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The EOD building at Ft. Belvoir is haunted, everyone that I know who was stationed there says the place is freaky and a few techs that I know saw a mist floating around - these techs I wouldn't hesitate in a second to go downrange with and were not bullshit artists.

The D.C. area is said to be full of wierd shit as many of the Army Forts date back to Revolutionary and Civil War times.

When I served at Walter Reed Army Medical Center we were occasionally selected for guard duty at this fantastic old girls finishing school for the daughters of the political elite. This enormous compound was composed of no less than seven different buildings, each interlocking that was designed to replicate a different cultural environment. One building was an East Asian Pagoda, another in German style, so on so on. The reports of hautings in this building were commonplace. In fact it was taken for granted. The building was easily a hundred years old, and was poorly maintained. The only reason it still existed was because it was scheduled for renivation, and was a historical monument. It was in a badly maintained condition, but still contained artifacts from the original dwellers. While doing rounds it was fun to sort through 100 year old medical journals and catalogues ,true anachronisms, and surely worth money. The building had grand halls with gargoyles and other victorian furnishing, and even had an old psych ward. If any place on the planet was haunted it would be this place.
One night on guard duty, my buddy and I were finishing up a pizza we ordered, when we heard voices down the hall. Vandalism had been reported here before so we grabbed our arms(baseball bats),told our NCO in charge we were heading out, and proceeded in the direction of the disturbance. We followed down the hall by flashlight, and prepared to whomp some hippy ass. When we got to the point that we heard the voices, there was nothing. We continued down the hall and started a search of adjoining rooms. Still nothing. That's when we heard muffled laughter a bit farther down the hall. This building just kind of keeps going, it's very big, so we called back on the radio to our NOC, that we needed some more time. She was pretty scared so she told us to hurry back when we figured it out.
After a lot of looking my buddy and I were searched out. We had found a lot of wierd stuff, and were sick of looking. That's when we heard laughing behind on of the walls. There shouldn't have been anything behind that wall. Out of sheer frustration my buddy hit the wall with his baseball bat and yealled "Shut the F$&* up!" When the dust settled we found that the wall was hollow, and that there was a staircase below where he had hit it, behind the wall. We made a command decision to open the wall up enough to fit through. We climbed through and went down the OLD stairs. It lead into a basement area that lead through a bunch of rooms with old antiques stored in them. We finally found another dirt staircase leading to a bunch of interconnecting boiler rooms. The tunnels were dug beneath the earth, and had earth floors. We walked from boiler room to boiler room through these tunnels for some time. We finally found a wooden door. I thought I heard a sob. My friend didn't hear it, but we went in the room anyway. We found an old nuns room. There were dressers, and an old bed frame, and other old wooden furniture items, and a crucifix on the wall, and an old faded picture of Jesus. There were moldy nuns hobbits, and some faded letters in a desk. We both felt VERY wrong for being in that rooms. We didn't know why. That's when the flashlight my buddy carried started going dim. We both felt a sudden draft, a very cold cold draft, and the light died. We decided to leave. Very quickly. In fact at a run. Once out into the tunnels, the light worked again, normally, as if it had new batteries. We continued back to the CQ area. We both must have looked pretty white and shaken, cause our NCO flipped out, but stopped to ask us what the hell happened. Neither one of us could tell her. In fact we didn't even talk to each other about it for some time. When we finally did, it was in a respectful tone, and very brief.

This sounds too wierd to be true. All I can say, is that there are a number of other soldiers with stories eerily like ours, though no one ever mentioned a staircase to the bowels of the building, or an old nuns isolated lonely room beneath the ground.

This is one of those urban legends passed down from soldier to soldier for years.

A soldier falls asleep standing in the guardhouse of his post one night. He was new to this detail and the long hours had been taking their toll. As the required knowledge of this detail swirled through his head, he began to dream. Thoughts of a rice paddy in Vietnam with the UH-1's inbound, suddenly the skeleton of US GI appeared in front of him and fired an M16 in his direction. He swears that he could actually hear and feel the bullets hitting his body. He saw the nametag and it was the name of one of the persons from this detail who had volunteered to go to Vietnam and died. At this point, our sleepy soldier awakens with a jolt, just in time to see the outline of this soldier walking across the detail area, M14 in hand. The outline turned to him and in a soft voice said "Stay alert son" then disappeared.

Round Tree Park is located in Annandale, Virginia and is well-known by the residents of the city. However, come nightfall this park turns into a totally different place. Many people who find themselves at Round Tree Park are witnesses to the apparition of a lady with her baby. Many have reported this ghost to torment those who dare to even glance at her. Legend has it that she only appears in the park at night when it’s foggy out.

Round Tree Park ghost??? Wrote:
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> Round Tree Park is located in Annandale, Virginia
> and is well-known by the residents of the city.
> However, come nightfall this park turns into a
> totally different place. Many people who find
> themselves at Round Tree Park are witnesses to the
> apparition of a lady with her baby. Many have
> reported this ghost to torment those who dare to
> even glance at her. Legend has it that she only
> appears in the park at night when it’s foggy
> out.
>
> Has anybody seen this ghost?

In the early 90's I was staioned at Zweibrucken AB in Germany. It was located smack-dab on a hilltop that was part of the WWII German Zeigfreid Line. There were bunkers and old gun positions everywhere in the town and both on and off base.

The legend was when the US secured the area after the war a group of local farmers had become tired of a particulalrly nasty local nazi officer who was trying to blend in the small community to avoid detection. The legend goes on to say that the farmers had been subject to his tyranny for years prior to the end of the war. After a week or so of begging them to shelter him, a group of the farmers finally took him to a glen and hung him. The portly officer begged for his life but refused to take responsibility for his actions.

Our munitions storage bunker area was built on this glen years later. The NCOs told us youngsters the place was home to the officer, who still wandered through the glen (MSA) looking for a place to hide. His nickname was "Old red eyes" and you could see his shadow on top of the bunkers on quiet nights. Some civilian old guys had sworn they had seen him peeking in the antiquated guard shack windows, his evil eyes glowing red.

I had worked the MSA for the first time on the night shift and the place was pretty creepy even all lit. It was on the far end of the base and was a 5 min CUC-V ride just to get there. You could hear a mouse fart out there at night. We had to do hourly physical checks of the bunkers. The area itself was about 4 acres or more. I was pretty creeped out so I would do mine locked and loaded with my 16 unslung and ready. As I was rounding the corner of a bunker, the perimeter lights all went off. I froze in place and then the CONX and bunker lights all went off around me. All I could see were two glowing red dots about 70 yards in front of me by the fenceline. I went numb but regained my wits just before the asshole Sgt and my LT flipped the lights back on. The "eyes" were a junction box with two red lights for the emergency power supply.

@$$holes. Luckily they were watching through NVGs BEHIND me. The next 10 times we did this to the noobs, we made sure their weapons were secured in the gatehouse. Funny as shit, though.

I have heard locals say the story itself is true(minus the red-eyes part) , but I still call BS.

VGHRS member Iszy Iszard appeared on the Travel Channel's THe Most Cursed Places that featured Bunnyman Bridge as number 3. At the time the clip was filmed back in January of 2001 the VGHRS had not researched the area other than the legends that abounded about the location. Since that broadcast we have found new information that clears up the Bunnyman case. Please read below.
The Bunny Man Unmasked:
The Real Life Origins of an Urban Legend
ByBrian A. Conley, Historian-Archivist
Fairfax County Public Library

Introduction

There is a story that a man dressed as a bunny haunts the residential neighborhoods around our nation's capital. Silly as this may sound at first, the Bunny Man has been a fixture of local legend for at least 30 years. By 1973 the so-called "Bunny Man" had been reported in Maryland, and the District of Columbia. His infrequent and widespread appearances tended to occur in secluded locations and usually tell of a figure clad in a white bunny suit armed with an ax threatening children or vandalizing property. By the 1980s the Bunny Man had become an even more sinister figure with several gruesome murders to his credit. Although he has been reported as far south as Culpepper, Virginia. his main haunt has been the area surrounding a railroad overpass near Fairfax Station, Virginia frequented by party goers, the now infamous "Bunny Man Bridge."

The Legend

For more than 25 years stories of the Bunny Man have been kept alive primarily amongst our teenage population. Over the years the story has evolved into a ghost story suitable for parties, camp outs, and any occasion that such tales are exchanged. It was at one such gathering in 1976 that the author first heard it told. The Bunny Man was said to be responsible for the deaths of two disobedient children in the Clifton area. Others were rumored to have disappeared, and there was talk of animals found horribly mutilated. I never saw the Bunny Man myself, but then I never strayed into the woods at night, especially not near the Bridge...

Most childhood ghost stories are forgotten as one gets older. However, the Bunny Man followed me. After graduating from college, I accepted a position with the Fairfax County Public Library, eventually becoming an Information Specialist in the Virginia Room. One day around 1992 a very well-spoken young lady came into the Virginia Room with a question. She wanted to know how she could find information on a murder that was supposed to have taken place near her home. As I interviewed the patron to ascertain what hard facts she had to go on, some vague memory nagged at me. Two children were allegedly murdered by a local hermit for trespassing, and their bodies left hanging from a covered bridge. She had no names and only a vague idea of a time frame. The whole story seemed a little fantastic, but the thing that really bothered her was the guy was supposed to be an escaped inmate dressed in a bunny suit. At this point, even though the story had evolved a bit, I recognized the tale from my own youth. We were unable to confirm any of the elements of the story as she or I had first heard it, and I put it down in my mind as a story fabricated to scare children.

I likely would have forgotten about the Bunny Man again if the questions didn't begin coming on a regular basis. The Bunny Man has actually begun appearing in print in recent years, having been mentioned in several high school newspapers,1 and more recently, on the Internet. The various Internet versions have carried the story to new heights. The most widely circulated written version entitled The Clifton Bunny Man and signed by Timothy C. Forbes, Virginia, was posted on a Web site called Castle of Spirits around 1999.2 This version of the tale is actually quite notable because of the number of specific facts given. Forbes claims that in 1904 inmates from an insane asylum escaped while being transferred to Lorton Prison. One of these escapees, Douglas J. Grifon, murdered fellow escapee Marcus Wallster and eventually became the Bunny Man. Not only is the location identified, but also the names of several victims and the dates of their murders. The story ends with a challenge for the reader to check with the Clifton Town Library for verification of the facts.

Little effort was required to show that all of the specifics given in the Forbes version are false. First, there has never been an asylum for the insane in Fairfax County. Second, Lorton Prison didn't come into existence until 1910, and even then it was an arm of the District of Columbia Corrections system, not Virginia's. Third, neither Grifon nor Wallster appear in the court records of Fairfax County. Lastly, there is not and never has been a Clifton Town Library.

The story also received wide recognition after being featured on national television. The program called Scariest Places on Earth, broadcast on the Fox Family Channel, included a segment entitled "Terror on Bunnyman's Bridge" in the 2001 broadcast season.3

Even though these fictional tales of spectacular crimes are easy to dismiss as fiction, the question of the story's origin is not. Was the Bunny Man real? At first I was content to dismiss the Bunny Man as completely fictitious, however I have learned that many legends do have some basis in factual events. At the urging of a fellow employee I finally began a more serious search for the Bunny Man. I began with a few basic assumptions. First, although the tale is told in jurisdictions all around the Washington, D. C. area, the bulk of them take place in Fairfax County. Second, any event that gains as much notoriety as this one must have been originally reported to the public. Third, the original event was probably criminal in nature.

Was the Bunny Man a murderer?

The aspect of the story which gets the most attention are the alleged murders. Researching historical crimes can be very difficult unless you have some basic facts to begin with. Since police records are not available for casual review and court records are indexed by the names of those involved, not by location or type of crime, I had to begin by checking the local newspapers. The tool that has proved the most valuable was the Fairfax County Public Library Historical Newspaper Index. 4 Virginia Room volunteers Malcolm Richardson and Barbara Welch worked for 10 years to compile a complete index to local Fairfax County newspapers. The careful work of these two, combined with the searching capabilities of a computer database, allowed us to extract every murder and killing reported by the local press from 1872 through 1973. Even though Fairfax County was a rural farming community until well into the 20th century there were over 550 individual mentions of killings in the study period. Eliminating "run of the mill" domestic murders and concentrating on multiple murders and those involving children (both of which were mercifully rare) served to pare down a list of more than 500 possible events to the following three:

1) Frances and June Holober: February 1949
It would be hard to imagine a more disturbing event for a growing community like Fairfax than the gruesome murders of 37-year-old Frances Holober and her eight-month-old daughter, June. On Thursday February 24, 1949 Mrs. Holober and her daughter drove to Fairfax County in the company of her estranged husband Charles. All were residents of the District of Columbia. Charles Holober later told police that they had come to see the new lodge at a nudist colony to which Mr. Holober belonged.

Upon leaving the lodge the car became mired in some mud. The couple quarreled and Mrs. Holober took the child and walked away from her husband and never returned. Charles Holober spent the night in the car and got a ride back to Washington the next day. He returned with his brother-in-law and a friend to retrieve the car. Still finding no evidence of his family, the police were finally notified.5 An intensive search of the area was organized involving Fairfax County Police, Washington Detectives, and Boy Scouts.

About 5:00 p.m., just as the searchers were about to give up for the night, one of the detectives noted that the ground on which they were standing was very soft. Both mother and daughter were found in a shallow grave next to the lodge and less than 200 yards from where Charles Holober's car had been stuck. Frances Holober had been beaten and then shot once in the head and once in the heart. The baby girl had been buried alive.6

The local community was shocked and horrified by the cold brutal character of the crime, especially when the investigation identified Charles Holober as the prime suspect. Holober later confessed to investigators that he had planned the murder for three weeks and had not intended to report the disappearance of his wife, but changed his plan when the car got caught in the mud.7 The case came to trial on January 16, 1950. After hearing four days of testimony the jury returned a verdict of guilty, and Holober was sentenced to die in the electric chair.8 Holober's attorney, T. Brooke Howard, filed an appeal alleging that the jury failed to give proper consideration to the plea of insanity, and that the Court made errors in its instruction to the jury.9

The Virginia Supreme Court of Appeals eventually overturned the conviction and ordered a new trial. Charles Francis Holober was re-committed to the Western State Mental Hospital at Marion, Virginia, where he was judged to be insane.10 It is interesting to note that this was the first time since the Ridgeway Murder Trial of 1927 in which a Fairfax County jury invoked the death penalty.11

2) Minnie, Loretta and Catherine Ridgeway: March 1927
The available newspapers record many murders, but few shocked Fairfax like the ferocious and senseless attack on Mrs. Minnie Ridgeway and her two young daughters. Mrs. Ridgeway lived with her husband and three children on Telegraph Road in Alexandria. Sometime on the morning of March 4, 1927, a man later identified as Louis Boersig called at the home on the pretext of seeing Mr. Ridgeway. Upon finding that he was not at home, Boersig attacked and beat Minnie Ridgeway into unconsciousness and then likewise bludgeoned her daughters Loretta, 7, and Catherine, 5. He then stole money from the home and fled.

The crime was discovered by a neighbor who heard moans coming from inside the house. All three victims were taken to Alexandria Hospital, where Loretta later died. Catherine Ridgeway lived another eight days before succumbing to her injuries. Minnie recovered and was able to identify the assailant, who was known to the Ridgeways. Boersig was arrested at his home and transferred to the jail in Winchester for his safety.12

Louis Boersig was executed for the murders of Loretta and Catherine Ridgeway on July 7, 1927, just three months after his horrific crime.13

3) Eva Roy: August 1918
Peter Roy was a Danish immigrant who had come to Fairfax from Minnesota in 1912. In November of that year he purchased two parcels of land near the current intersection of Old Keene Mill Road and Sydenstricker Road, totaling 180 acres.14 Roy, a widower, became a prosperous farmer and an active member of the Lee Chapel Methodist Church. With him resided his eldest daughter Caroline, her husband William K. Jerman, and his younger daughter Eva.

On the morning of Aug. 4, 1918, Eva Roy, age 14, left her home near Burke, at around 9:00 a.m. to tend her father's small herd of cows. When Eva failed to return home that evening her father began a search. Neighbors were soon enlisted to help, but it was some 24 hours later that her body was found tied to a tree in the woods near the old Hanse House, her apron strings tight about her throat. The county coroner, Dr. W. I. Robey, concluded that the girl had been "Brutally assaulted" before being strangled to death.15 A Coroner's Jury was appointed, and quickly concluded: "We, the jury, find that Eva Roy came to her death at the hands of some unknown person, and the indications point to Lu Hall, as the probable perpetrator of the crime."16 Hall, a 33-year-old woodcutter, lived about 1/2 mile from the scene of the crime and was seen in the woods near the time of the girl's disappearance.

The case was not to be easily solved, however, as other suspects were soon identified and eventually eliminated.

The first, William Wooster, age 16, was soon arrested for assaulting a "colored girl." He had recently been released from an insane asylum, but was found that he was nowhere near the scene of Eva's murder.17

The next suspect to emerge was a soldier who deserted from Camp A. A. Humphries (now Fort Belvoir). The soldier, a sergeant whom the papers fail to name, was located some days later near Charlottesville, Virginia. He had scratches on his face and hands, was wearing freshly laundered clothes, and claimed to have no memory of the events between his leaving Camp Humphries and his capture. Sheriff Allison traveled to Charlottesville to interview the man, but after some weeks of investigation determined that he was not connected with the crime.18

The lagging investigation seemed to finally receive a break with the apprehension of Ben Ruben, an escaped inmate from Lorton Prison. Ruben, who had been serving a three-year sentence for housebreaking,19 was arrested by Washington, D. C. police on September 19 for assaulting a little girl. While on the way to the police station he confessed to Eva's murder. Ruben claimed "he met Eva Roy, looking after her father's cows. He asked her for food and in a conversation with her he told her he was an ex-convict. She declared she would 'turn him up' as he declared, and he became excited and choked her."20 The Washington authorities were unconvinced by Ruben's story and wanted to try him for assault and theft before turning him over to the Virginia courts. An investigator sent by the Commonwealth of Virginia to interview Ruben concluded that he was not responsible for the crime, but extradition papers were filed anyway.21 On September 26 Ruben was escorted to the scene of the crime by Sheriff Allison, Commonwealth Attorney C. Vernon Ford, Assistant Commonwealth Attorney Wilson M. Farr, Dr. Swetnam, and acting counsel for the defense F. D. Richardson.22 After being unable to locate the scene of the attack or the tree where the body was left, Ruben denied killing Eva. He claimed the presence of the girl's father spurred him to recant his confession. Ruben's motive for confessing was revealed some weeks later when on October 6 he escaped from the jail in Fairfax. He was arrested two days later while attempting to buy a pistol and admitted that he concocted his story in order to be transferred to Fairfax, where he thought escape would be easier.23 He was eventually convicted of burglary and escape from jail and was sentenced to four more years in prison.24

Lou Hall was finally tried for the murder in Fairfax County Court. The prosecution was handled by State's Attorney C. Vernon Ford, assisted by Wilson M. Farr. The defense was provided by Walter T. Oliver. His first trial resulted in a hung jury with nine votes for guilty, three for innocent.25 His second trial resulted in a clear verdict of "Not Guilty."26

Peter Roy died on January 22, 1938, and was interred in Lee Chapel Cemetery next to his youngest daughter.27 Her murderer was never found.

After scrutinizing the three preceding events I concluded that none are likely candidates for the Bunny Man. Charles Holober was caught and incarcerated. Louis Boersig was caught and summarily executed, and the murder of Eva Roy, even though it has many of the elements that a legend could build upon, is simply too old. This last assertion is based upon one other important factor that has emerged through my research. The Bunny Man, like any good legend, has evolved over time. The recent rash of persons researching the origins of this story have been largely attracted by the spectacular nature of the alleged crime. The previously cited Forbes version of the story features 32 victims and has a pronounced supernatural element. This contrasts sharply with versions of the tale I collected from the 1980s which generally involved only one to three victims, usually children. More importantly, the earliest versions (dating to the 1970s) did not mention any deaths at all. These earliest versions recount acts of vandalism (usually against secluded residential construction sites) or couples parked at secluded "Lovers Lane", type locations being accosted/threatened by a strange individual dressed in a white Bunny costume. More research was clearly needed.

Fact vs. Folklore

After nearly eight years of research I finally got a solid lead. The November 11, 2000 Washington Post28 ran an article highlighting an interesting collection called the Maryland Folklore Archive. From the 1950s through c. 1990, students at three Maryland universities collected, researched, and transcribed numerous local legends. This material has finally come to rest in the holdings of the University of Maryland. In 1973, University of Maryland student Patricia Johnson submitted a paper titled "The Bunny Man."29 This paper was compiled as part of the course work for a class entitled Introduction to Folklore (English 460). She interviewed 33 students from Prince Georges County, Maryland ages 15 to 18.

Ms. Johnson relates that the tale met all of the qualifications of an Urban Belief Tale.30 Specifically, it (1) takes place in an urban setting, (2) existed prior to her project, and (3) had appeared in print as truth. She goes on to state "included in this collection is an article from the Washington Post which verifies the story as truth."31 This was an important claim as I had found no primary sources to date. I was extremely frustrated to find that the page containing the referenced article was missing from the original paper. With any hope of a quick resolution gone, I turned to examining the paper itself. Johnson's informants told 54 variations of the story. A rough tally revealed the following:

a. Fourteen different geographic locations are mentioned
b. Eighteen involve the Bunny Man chasing or frightening people, usually children, with a hatchet or ax
c. Fourteen tell of attacks on cars
d. Nine claim he attacked a couple parked in a car
e. Five accuse him of vandalism on homes or buildings
f. Only three mentioned a murder

Based on the widespread geographic locations and the significant variation represented in the tales Johnson concluded that the Bunny Man was an Urban Belief Tale . In short, the Bunny Man did not exist.

The Breakthrough
After re-reading Johnson's paper several times I finally noted that she heard the tale for the first time around Halloween 1970. Having no better leads I began a systematic search of the Washington Post for October of that year in hopes of finding the previously cited news article. I was elated (and not a little surprised) to find the following:

Man in Bunny Suit Sought in Fairfax
Fairfax County police said yesterday they are looking for a man who likes to wear "white bunny rabbit costume" and throw hatchets through car windows. Honest.

Air Force Academy Cadet Robert Bennett told police that shortly after midnight last Sunday he and his fiancee were sitting in a car in the 5400 block of Guinea Road when a man "dressed in a white suit with long bunny ears" ran from the nearby bushes and shouted: "You're on private property and I have your tag number."

The "Rabbit" threw a wooden-handled hatchet through the right front car window, the first-year cadet told police. As soon as he threw the hatchet, the "rabbit" skipped off into the night, police said. Bennett and his fiancee were not injured.

Police say they have the hatchet, but no other clues in the case. They say Bennett was visiting an uncle, who lives across the street from the spot where the car was parked. The cadet was in the area to attend last weekend's Air Force-Navy football game.

When I began this project the aspect that puzzled me most was the bunny suit. I expected to find that the legend was spawned by an event that was strange or in some way notable, but I never suspected the Bunny Man really was a "Bunny Man." I was even further surprised to find a second appearance recorded two weeks later:

The "Rabbit" Reappears
A man wearing a furry rabbit suit with two long ears appeared — again — on Guinea Road in Fairfax County Thursday night, police reported, this time wielding an ax and chopping away at a roof support on a new house.

Less than two weeks ago a man wearing what was described as a rabbit suit accused two persons in a parked car of trespassing and heaved a hatchet through a closed window of the car at 5400 Guinea Rd. They were not hurt.

Thursday night's rabbit, wearing a suit described as gray, black and white, was spotted a block away at 5307 Guinea Rd.

Paul Phillips, a private security guard for a construction company, said he saw the "rabbit" standing on the front porch of a new, but unoccupied house.

"I started talking to him," Phillips said, "and that's when he started chopping.""All you people trespass around here," Phillips said the "Rabbit" told him as he whacked eight gashes in the pole. "If you don't get out of here, I'm going to bust you on the head."

Phillips said he walked back to his car to get to get his handgun, but the "Rabbit", carrying the long-handled ax, ran off into the woods.

The security guard said the man was about 5-feet-8, 160 pounds and appeared to be in his early 20s.

Two documented appearances by a bunny-suited figure in the same Fairfax County community. Was this the Bunny Man or just copy-cats acting out stories they had heard from somewhere else? I again turned to Johnson's paper for clues. As mentioned earlier 14 of her tales mention a couple in a parked car being attacked, but nine of these specifically mention a hatchet being thrown into the car. Of the five mentioning vandalism, two describe "columns" being chopped. The story told by 17-year-old G. Taylor was particularly revealing. She related:

"I think it was last year or maybe before that. I came home from school. I was listening to the news. I had just gotten in and I heard there was a man and a woman sitting in a car. It could have been teenagers, but they were just parked and all. And all of a sudden, they looked up and there was this bunny. You know, this giant bunny just ran out of the woods, you know, from behind the trees and all. And he ran in front of the car. And he had a hatchet, and he threw it through the car and just turned around and went back away. They were just shocked. They just sat there and watched. Then an old man came out of the house and warned them to get off of his property. You know, they tried to explain and everything but he just wouldn't listen. And then, they took it to the police afterwards. And the police, you know, went back and all and asked him if he had seen anything. And nobody had seen it. Until a couple of days later, then a lot of people were saying that they had seen the bunny man. And then, after that, the police tried to investigate, but they couldn't get anything. And then they found these places that sell costumes and all. And they found that it hadn't been but three people that had .. Uhm .. Bought costumes. Then they, you know, long put theirs away and brought them back and all. And it wasn't them. And nobody every found out about the bunny man. It just went on for a couple of weeks and then it died out."35

Miss Taylor's recollections are important for a number of reasons. First, she identifies the television news as her source of information. Second, she accurately relates the hatchet thrown into the occupied car, the teenage couple, the accusation of trespassing, and police involvement. Third, she states that it went on for "a couple of weeks" then stopped. Lastly, she identifies the time frame to within six months. The October 22 news story is clearly the origin of the tale she told. Moreover, although the story had mutated noticeably in 22 years, many of Johnson's 53 other versions also contain recognizable elements of the October 1970 incidents. Newspapers accounts and oral reports can be revealing, but neither can be trusted to be completely accurate. It was time to look for more trustworthy records.

Official Reports

The Fairfax County Police Department has no official record of the October 18 assault on Robert Bennett and his fiancé, but they do have an Investigation Report relating to the October 29 vandalism incident. Although FCPD is not required to release any information relating to misdemeanor offenses, they kindly supplied a redacted36 copy of the report for this project.

The investigation report confirms the basics of the event as told in the October 31 Washington Post article. At 10:30 p.m. on October 29, 1970 six officers responded to 5307 Guinea Road for "a subject dressed as a Rabbit with an Ax."37 The officers found no rabbit and the case was turned over to Investigator W. L. Johnson of the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

Johnson began with a visit to the construction offices of the Kings Park West Subdivision on October 31. He found no rabbit, but did receive a call shortly after his visit from someone who worked at Kings Park West.38 The caller claimed to have just received a telephone call from someone identifying himself as "the Axe Man." The Axe Man allegedly said "Mr. _____, you have been messing up my property, by dumping tree stumps, limbs and brush, and other things on the property." The Axe Man further stated that "you can make everything right, by meeting me tonight and talking about the situation." The representative from Kings Park West stated that the caller sounded to be a white male in his late teens or early 20s. The police set up a stake out, but the "Axe Man" never materialized.

On November 4, Investigator Johnson received a call from a resident of the area who informed him that her son claimed to know the identity of the "Bunny Man." She stated that some of the neighborhood children "who have seen or been with the Bunny Man" described him as an older teenager. Johnson interviewed the son (age 8) and eventually learned that he had not actually met the Bunny Man but "had only heard of the Bunny Man at school, from the rest of the children talking about him."39 Interviews with other neighborhood children had similar results.

On March 14, 1971 Johnson wrote the following summary:

"After a very extensive investigation into this and all other cases of this same nature,40 it is still unsubstantiated as to whether or not there really is a white rabbit.

The only people who have seen this so-called white rabbit have been children of rather young ages, and the complainant in this case.

Upon interviewing every one in this case that may have had any knowledge of any incidents concerning a white rabbit, that has been no significant information uncovered that would lead to the identity of the person or persons that were posing as a white rabbit.

This case will be marked as inactive."41

His Identity?

Who was the Bunny Man, and what was he trying to accomplish? Sadly, we will likely never know his identity. Likewise his true motivations are known only to himself, but there are a few clues contained in the foregoing sources. On October 18 the Bunny Man accused Robert Bennett of trespassing.42 On October 29 the Bunny Man told security guard Paul Phillips that "You all trespass around here."43, and on November 4, the self-styled "Axe Man" accused the unnamed representative of Kings Park West Subdivision of dumping debris on his property.44 If we assume that all three incidents involved the same individual, then it appears that this young man was disturbed by the development of the area. Said development was extensive in 1970, too. Until the second World War Fairfax County was a rural farming community. The build-up of Federal employment in the region fueled intensive residential development in the closer suburbs of Arlington and Fairfax Counties. The 1950s saw tract housing being built in Springfield, McLean, Annandale, and Fairfax. The somewhat modest developments of the early 1960s eventually gave rise to near town-size projects like Reston and Burke Centre.

Kings Park West is a subdivision of over 1500 homes, and was one of several such developments either built or under consideration for the Burke area at the time of the incidents. James W. Robinson Secondary45School opened the next year with nearly 3,900 students. While Fairfax County began to look seriously at land use planning issues in the 1950s, the first countywide Comprehensive Land Use Plan was not adopted until 1975. Many people living in Fairfax County in the 1960s and '70s were disturbed to see pastures and woods giving way to roads, subdivisions, and shopping centers. Being forced to watch helplessly while the face of your community changes around you can elicit strange behavior in some people.

And what was the significance of the bunny costume? I am not prepared to even hazard a guess.

Conclusion

Who the Bunny Man was and what motivated him to act in such a bizarre manner is still a mystery, however, the available evidence points to the October 1970 events as the genesis of the Bunny Man legend. Many of the tales collected by Patricia Johnson in 1973 clearly derive from the events as reported in the newspaper and the television news of that period. The official police report makes no mention of any pre-existing stories that this individual could have been copying. Furthermore, William L. Johnson specifically stated to the author that he found no indications of any earlier stories or criminal incidents involving an individual dressed as a rabbit.46

It is also plainly evident that the story began to take on the features of an urban legend quite soon after the events were reported. Investigator Johnson was following leads generated by school-yard rumors less than two weeks after the first appearance of the Bunny Man, and by the time Patricia Johnson began her work two-and-a-half years later, the story had mutated in location, frequency, and severity.

just recently went to the abandoned sewage plant over in in ft belvoir near jadwin village. that place is bad news me a some friends went late at night with camera and went in tunnels and the watchman place there was dead animals EVERYWERE and it smelled of rotting meat in the watchamn place on the video cam you can see a very DARK shadow move away from the flash light and her faint growling we also got photos the shows a the dark figure a couple of time the next morning there was cuts all aloge my back and side from were i was sitting in the watchmans chair.

Leesburg has a couple of great stories about ghosts in the court house. I'm going to have to look them up though, can't quite remember how they go. Here's a Leesburg story from the late 1940's:

The Fortune Telling Photograph

Back in the 1940's on a sultry Saturday night, a family of five attended a concert at a church near Leesburg, Virginia. Someone in the audience brought a parrot, and the entire family joined the crowd watching the parrot, giving the mother a chance to take a family photograph.

Now the mother, was not a very good photographer, and her photos were often blurry or distorted. She frequently chopped off the top of people’s heads... but this particular photo had a strange flaw nobody in the family had ever seen before.

When they developed the film in a little darkroom down in the basement, they found one photo was very peculiar. One of the sons did not have a head.

There was only a black smudge where the head should have been, giving the appearance of a decapitated body. Below this smudge, the boy's shirt remained in perfect detail. The rest of his body was not visible (but this was probably because he was standing behind the others).

The family thought the photo was hilarious, and made many jokes about “our son, the invisible man.” Most of his siblings thought Matt, the boy whose head was missing, had somehow pulled a very clever practical joke (since he was famous for his pranks, and he was also the person who had developed the film). However, nobody could explain how he had done it.

Everyone found the photo amusing, and for months it was displayed on the ice box along with a collection of cartoons and fortunes from the local Chinese restaurant. Then something much stranger happened.

On a calm, August afternoon, that same boy and his father were doing yardwork at their home. The boy, whose name was Matt, had just started trimming a bush when his father stepped inside to answer the telephone. When he returned, Matt was gone. All that remained were the pruning shears and the pile of clippings.

At first, the father assumed that Matt had simply tired of yardwork or had been called away by a friend. However, as the day progressed, the family became concerned. Although Matt played practical jokes on his college buddies, he had never been known to miss dinner. They searched and questioned all around, but it was to no avail. Even the authorities couldn’t help them locate their son.

Matt was never heard from again. All that was left behind was the memory of his face and a headless photograph that foretold a chilling fate.

The owner of Tarara Winery told me this story. It took place in Lucketts back in the 1960s.

The Haunted Rocking Chair

Back in the mid 1960s, a strange man arrived at the annual Purcellville flea market. He was driving an old truck that was overflowing with colorful, yet decrepit items. There were many boxes of rusty metal goods such as springs and old irons, twenty bundles of old magazines, a coat rack that had obviously once been broken and then poorly repaired, a rocking horse, a paint-stained shelf, and a rocking chair.

The man running the flea market was named Stanley. From the moment he checked the old man in, Stanley was attracted to the rocking chair. Something about the sight of this chair surrounded by so many decrepit goods gave Stanley a deep feeling of sadness. But very few customers stopped by the booth. Finally, Stanley could no longer bear it. He purchased the rocker himself.

Soon after that the vendor packed up his goods and left the flea market. "Why is he leaving so quickly?" Stanley wondered.
Stanley took the rocker home and placed it in his family room, near the fireplace. Later that night, he fell asleep on his couch while watching tv.

He awoke suddenly when the television turned off. Startled, he looked left and right, trying to figure out what had happened. Had there been a short circuit? No, the clock was still giving the correct time. Everything else seemed to be working.

Then he heard an odd creaking sound coming from near the fireplace. The hairs on his arms prickled, and he felt a cold sensation pass over him. The rocking chair was rocking on its own.

"This is all nonsense," he told himself. "There has to be a logical solution. Maybe we had an earthquake. Or, maybe a mouse chewed through some wires." He went to bed, convinced it would all make more sense in the morning.

Later that evening, he heard the odd creaking sound again. He walked into the family room and turned on thel ight. The chair was rocking again!

“Something must be out of balance in the legs of that chair,” he decided. “I’ll deal with it in the morning.” Then he turned to go back to bed, but as he began to walk away suddenly a large heavy object struck him in the shoulder with great force. It was a large field boot that had been next to the fireplace.

“Now, a mouse might be able to chew through a cord, but there is no way a little mouse could throw a heavy boot!” Stanley thought.

Something about that chair made him very uneasy, and he realized he would not be able to sleep another wink with it in his house. He walked over to the chair, intending to put it into his truck and return it to the strange old
vendor the next day, but as he approached the chair it began rocking faster and faster. Spooked, Stanley decided to remove himself from the house instead, and he drove to a nearby motel.

When he got home, he got out a strong piece of rope and tightly lashed the rocker in place. Then he made himself some dinner, and fell asleep.

Sometime in the deepest hours of the night, he suddenly awoke. It was the creaking noise again! He tried to ignore it, but it was insidious. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him, and he checked the garage. There was the rocker, still tightly lashed in placed, and yet rocking away.

Stanley slammed the door shut and bolted every lock hecould find. He stayed up the rest of the night, listening to his radio with the volume turned up to drown out the rocking. Yet no matter how loud he turned the volume he could hear the creaking, and in fact, the chair was rocking faster.

A storm blew in, but even the sound of the wind and the lightening could not drown out the creaking of the chair.

Finally, he could take no more.

Stanley got in his truck and drove out to the subdivision. In the pouring rain, he stopped at the vacant lot, then untied all the ropes that held the chair in place and threw it onto the ground of the vacant lot.

Bolts of lightning struck nearby and the rain was thick. He jumped into the truck and sped away, but in his confusion he made a wrong turn and found himself at the end of a cul de sac. With dread, he turned the truck around and drove back toward the vacant lot hoping to pass it as quickly as possible.

Just as he passed the vacant lot, a bolt of lightning struck nearby and lit up the entire neighborhood, and for a split second Stanley saw an old farmhouse. The roof was falling apart, and one of the columns holding up the front porch had gone awry. On the porch sat an old woman in the rocker, knitting a long scarf.

Stanley stopped the truck, too frightened to drive. A second later it was dark again. Then, another bolt of lightning struck and lit up the street again. This time, all Stanley saw was a vacant lot. There was no sign of the rocking chair at all.

Stanley hit the gas pedal and drove home in record time. For the rest of his life, he never sat in a rocking chair again!

boone Wrote:
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> just recently went to the abandoned sewage plant
> over in in ft belvoir near jadwin village. that
> place is bad news me a some friends went late at
> night with camera and went in tunnels and the
> watchman place there was dead animals EVERYWERE
> and it smelled of rotting meat in the watchamn
> place on the video cam you can see a very DARK
> shadow move away from the flash light and her
> faint growling we also got photos the shows a the
> dark figure a couple of time the next morning
> there was cuts all aloge my back and side from
> were i was sitting in the watchmans chair.

Me and my friends attempted to get in January of 09. We were on the western side of the plant and the trees started shaking. We decided to run acros the dirt path and head south and we saw foot prints that went through the forest and then by a small creek they stopped.

Well this is a story and kind of spooky but see it actually happened to me. When I was in the Marines , I was stationed in Charleston S.C. ( Goose Creek to be exact). The base I was on was 5 miles to the nearest gate and everything in between was heavy forrest.Going the other direction , you could walk all day and not run into another road. The stream that ran down through one side of the Gov't. property had gators and deer. A lot of wild life to give you an idea of how remote this place was. Anyway, we would conduct patrols to catch poachers. These were patrols w/live ammo and standerd use of force was authorized which could mean lethal if it came to it. It was dark about 10:00pm or so and we were on our patrol when we started to see a light off about 300 yds or so. All of us "snooped and pooped" our way up till we were about 75 yds out . the light was a small fire and we thought it was a campfire. We continued getting closer and something came over all of us at the same time. It was the feeling of something wasn't right. We decided to scout the perimeter in case people didn't see us and we wanted to keep it that way using the fire to illuminate them and not us. Well, the thing was is that we didn't see ANYBODY. As we got closer tere was no movement . We posted LP's and OP's and went into the "campsite". What the campsite turned out to be was actually an EXTREMELY old cemetary. There were candles and a pentagram drawn in the dirt with what looked like blood. A dead cat lay between 2 candles and a bowl with blood and some kind of bones in it. After assessing the situation we decided what we had stumbled on was a ceromony of some kind. Voodoo was ( and still could be) still practiced by decendants of setlers that came from Haiti and other islands south of Florida. What really bothered me though was that something tipped these people off! We were moving with no sound the entire patrol. We took great care in prepping our gear to make it as quiet as possible. They could not have heard us coming! It was spooky and still get's the hair to stand up on my neck. Wierd!

boone Wrote:
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> just recently went to the abandoned sewage plant
> over in in ft belvoir near jadwin village. that
> place is bad news me a some friends went late at
> night with camera and went in tunnels and the
> watchman place there was dead animals EVERYWERE
> and it smelled of rotting meat in the watchamn
> place on the video cam you can see a very DARK
> shadow move away from the flash light and her
> faint growling we also got photos the shows a the
> dark figure a couple of time the next morning
> there was cuts all aloge my back and side from
> were i was sitting in the watchmans chair.

Just a little hint go to google earth and go to fort belvoir, look for jadwin villiage and zoom in just a tad (3 clicks) youll se a trail (on ground it says hunting area T-2 or something like that) follow the trail and then the trail bends right at the bend youll see the fence with signs saying "no tresspassing" (yet we still do it)thats the sewage plant.

Catherine.Spalding@gmail.com Wrote:
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> ashton Wrote:
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> > I live near bloom (old bridge road) in
> Woodbridge.
> > There is a clump of abandoned houses over there
> > and I (because I'm stupid) convinced my guy
> > friends (all of whom are terrified of these
> > houses) to take me to them with my camera. We
> took
> > a video that had a lot of paranormal footage
> stuff
> > we missed when we walked around. If anyone
> knows
> > what happened in those abandoned houses on
> > Smoketown it'd be great for us to know! We'll
> be
> > posting our videos on youtube and I'll do
> another
> > ghost report then.
>
> I used to live in one of those houses growing up
> and I am very curious to see what you have.
> Contact me via email. Catherine.Spalding@gmail.com

I grew up in Valleywood when Woodbridge Airport was still active. I did the survey work for Springwoods Dr. when they decommissioned the airport. The townhouses on Smoketown Rd look like they are on the old airport. There were quite a few people killed in accidents at the airport.

Any of you guys ever hear of Miss Mary? A seventy year old woman who appears about once every 6 months to talk to those around her old chicken farm. The only issue is her chicken farm is now gone and has been replaced by Cherry Point Air station, the largest Marine air station on the east coast. Miss Mary means no one any harm and has even been known to talk to people about the weather and her long lost home.Sgt. James Segura was so sure of his encounter with Miss Mary in 1975 that he had himself checked out medically to make sure he wasn't crazy.

Sgt. Segura was on night patrol in November of '75 When a woman approached him from behind some stacked oil drums and began to chitchat with him. She mentioned how nice the weather had been and how she lived on a chicken farm but was going to be forced from her home.

The marine found her quite polite but got an eerie feeling from the woman in a long sleeved dress who'd just walked in to a military base with flood lights and 2 sets of chain linked fence. He knew she was a ghost, and excused himself to get his supervisor. When they returned, she of course, was gone.

All the tests Segura took indicated he was a healthy man mentally and his commanding officer said he believed the soldier had the experience even though he could find no explanation for it.

A sociologist who dealt with ghosts and the unexplained came and interviewed Segura and the other men who claimed to have met Miss Mary. in doing research on the local history he found that the area had once been chicken farms in the area but all the farms had been bought out to make room for the military base. I guess that's why Mary was complaining she was being forced from her home.

As far as I know she still appears to the marines on the station, still making small talk, still scaring the bee jeebus out of the people she talks to.

I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and remember hearing about this incident.

Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows about this apparition. She is not as benign as the story states. There are several documented air crashes related to her sudden and unexplained appearance on active runways, especially during take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely before they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some lives. I have personally read several accident reports (dated many decades apart) involving this same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the descriptive details about her are frighteningly similar in each report. The woman might not be real, but the air crashes certainly are. I don't recall what they called her, but Miss Mary doesn't sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has probably earned herself many, many names over the years. She has cost Marine lives, and several costly aircraft.
Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so I don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was simply described as female caucasian, well under 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind her head. Several reports cited her as wearing a blue long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC summer temperatures.
The reports included conclusions regarding Line of Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They included information about Military Police searches of the immediate areas following each crash (trying to find her), statements of several survivors, and some transcripts of recorded intercom conversations among aircrew when they saw her (and she was seen by several witnesses in the same aircraft before the accidents). She has apparently never been seen from the Air Control tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn aircraft and tower have been included in some of the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you want to call her, is not a joke. She's a killer, not to be forgiven.
And by the way, First Writer, the title "Marine" is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth, NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's a very large difference btwn the two.

Anyone ever been on the USS George Washington? I served on her for five years in the engineering spaces. More than once I heard the keys and felt the shoulder tap. A midnight watch in the plant was not a peaceful experience. And if you think you're safe underway, think again. A buddy and I were on watch and saw a man in a grey uniform walking up the stairs while we were on watch. My buddy went one way up the stairs to follow and I went the other way to head him off. We met each other at the top of the stairs but no grey suited man was in site. The watchstander in the space just above ours didn't see any man coming up the stairs. I will never forget that day or standing watch in either of the plants!

watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
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>She is not as benign as the
> story states. There are several documented air
> crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> appearance on active runways, especially during
> take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely before
> they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> lives. I have personally read several accident
> reports (dated many decades apart) involving this
> same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> similar in each report. The woman might not be
> real, but the air crashes certainly are. I don't
> recall what they called her, but Miss Mary doesn't
> sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> probably earned herself many, many names over the
> years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> costly aircraft.

I spent two years stationed off the edge of the ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that the Harriers used for STOL practice and where they parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old lady, but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and late afternoons when planes got close.

395runner Wrote:
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> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> >She is not as benign as the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
>
> I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> the Harriers used for STOL practice and where they
> parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old lady,
> but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and late
> afternoons when planes got close.

I was stationed at CPNC and heard many stories about this. The name of the apparition is Sarah not Mary and there is a grave site on a remote part of the base with a headstone with only the name "Sarah" on it.

CPNC Wrote:
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> 395runner Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > >She is not as benign as the
> > > story states. There are several documented
> air
> > > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > > appearance on active runways, especially
> during
> > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> directly
> > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > before
> > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> too
> > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> quite
> > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > > lives. I have personally read several
> accident
> > > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> > this
> > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > > descriptive details about her are
> frighteningly
> > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> be
> > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > don't
> > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > doesn't
> > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> has
> > > probably earned herself many, many names over
> > the
> > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > > costly aircraft.
> >
> > I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> > the Harriers used for STOL practice and where
> they
> > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> lady,
> > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> late
> > afternoons when planes got close.
>
> I was stationed at CPNC and heard many stories
> about this. The name of the apparition is Sarah
> not Mary and there is a grave site on a remote
> part of the base with a headstone with only the
> name "Sarah" on it.

her name is sarah she was buried next to her kids when the air station was built they seperated them so at night she goes on the flightline looking for her vchildren.btw im a marine ooh-rah

On the eastern U.S. Coast along the shores of Virginia just outside of the village of Diggs, there lies a stretch of woods that has been the center of many paranormal experiences since the late 18th century. Legend has it that there are several different treasures that were buried here and then subsequently abandoned, unable to be retrieved by their owners. Over the past two centuries there have been reports of phantoms of various sorts roaming these woods and waters.

The road through Old House Woods near Mathews, Virginia

First of all the name, Old House Woods may seem a bit strange, however for years in the middle of these woods off of Haven Beach Road, there was an old dilapidated house that stood for over a century and was subject of many ghostly encounters. As early as 1798 there have been eye witness accounts of strange happenings in and near this stretch of woods. Travelers on horseback have claimed that their horses were spooked and very fearful as they passed through these woods. Many say that some who entered the house seeking treasure or otherwise, were never seen again. Folks living near the woods would report that their children would return from playing there all day telling tales of seeing many strange things such as ghostly Revolutionary War soldiers, skeleton pirates wielding swords and strange glowing balls of light. Some of the tales prompted local residents to forbid their children from entering those woods, especially at night. The old house burned to the foundation long ago, but the eerie stories continue to this day.

A Favorite Hiding Place for Treasure

The first treasure that was lost according to legend, was that of pirates who were attracted by the allure of the marshy expanse of woodland off of Whites Creek, decided that it would be an excellent place to bury some of their treasure. So they tied up along the banks of the creek and buried their booty there in the woods. It is said that unfortunately for the pirates, they perished at sea in a terrible storm and was never able to retrieve their treasure. However, they return on occasion searching for their lost loot as you will see.

In 1651 after the Battle of Worcester in England, Charles II fled Europe and headed for Jamestown in the new found territories in America to hide. After a fierce storm, his treasure ship mistakenly ended up in the Whites Creek. Deciding to hide Charles' treasures there for safe keeping in that remote stretch of forest, they began unloading the chests from the ship when suddenly they were ambushed and robbed. The perpetrators buried both the chests and the bodies of some of the crew in the woods. However, they were captured and put to death. It is said that the treasure chests of Charles II are still buried somewhere in the woods to this day, guarded by the phantom crew that was buried with it. Many claim that sometimes at night the lanterns and sounds of the phantom robbers who returned for their plunder can be seen and heard in the night digging away in the darkness.

In 1781 during the Revolutionary War when General Cornwallis was fleeing the Patriot advance, it is said that they deposited a large stash of gold and silver coins and other plunder taken from civilians in the Old House Woods. They were never allowed to return to the area after they surrendered and it is believed that the British plunder is still hidden there today. Hence, the sightings of Revolutionary soldiers marching through the Old House Woods.

Ghostly Ships

Long ago during the time when steam ships were taking over in the late 19th century, a fisherman reported that he was fishing just off of the entrance of Whites Creek when a full masted sailing ship appeared coming in from the Chesapeake Bay. Making no sound at all, it moved into the creek. The mysterious ship passed by him and sailed right up onto the beach... and across the shore road into the Old House Woods and it appeared to be floating above the ground!

There have also been reports of a phantom Spanish galleon in full sail floating partially above the trees tops as if they were water. Apparently, the phantom vessel rises out of the White River and sails into the trees. The ship would stop and ghostly pirates would pour over the side of the ship and down onto the ground. The phantom pirates have been seen roaming around as if searching for something and some have been spotted digging in certain spots in the Old House Woods. Many believe these are the pirates who died at sea returning to claim their hidden treasure.
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sarah or mary? Wrote:
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> CPNC Wrote:
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> > 395runner Wrote:
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> > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > >
> >
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> >
> > > -----
> > > >She is not as benign as the
> > > > story states. There are several documented
> > air
> > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> unexplained
> > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > during
> > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > directly
> > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > before
> > > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> > too
> > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > quite
> > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> some
> > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > accident
> > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> involving
> > > this
> > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> the
> > > > descriptive details about her are
> > frighteningly
> > > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> > be
> > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > > don't
> > > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > > doesn't
> > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> > has
> > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> over
> > > the
> > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> several
> > > > costly aircraft.
> > >
> > > I spent two years stationed off the edge of
> the
> > > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one
> that
> > > the Harriers used for STOL practice and where
> > they
> > > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> > lady,
> > > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> > late
> > > afternoons when planes got close.
> >
> > I was stationed at CPNC and heard many stories
> > about this. The name of the apparition is Sarah
> > not Mary and there is a grave site on a remote
> > part of the base with a headstone with only the
> > name "Sarah" on it.
>
> her name is sarah she was buried next to her kids
> when the air station was built they seperated them
> so at night she goes on the flightline looking for
> her vchildren.btw im a marine ooh-rah

Kissy skies is the lady who lost her children. My father (retired Marine) told me the story of some lady, I forgot her name, but she had her head scalped or cut off by the Native Americans, who actually used to own all that land before the base, and I've heard that her ghost floats around. Has anyone heard that story?

i live on this base with my sister who is a marine & i am 16 years old. we have encounered many "odd" things going on in our house, ive heard soies about a ladie, i dont quiet remember her name something along the lines of "kissy stokes" ?? any who i heard she was murded wih her kids by her huband a long time ago . some of th graves have been moved to beaufort , however they moved all 3 of her kids, and left hers , making her very mad... and she hunts the marines .

395runner Wrote:
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> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
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> >She is not as benign as the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
>
> I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> the Harriers used for STOL practice and where they
> parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old lady,
> but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and late
> afternoons when planes got close.

While stationed at MCAS Cherry Point in the late '70s, we had several sentries have a problem w/the "Phantom" sneaking up on sentries near the MAWTU, and knocking them out. Any leads/scoop appreciated.

Phantoms of Old House Woods Wrote:
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> Phantoms of Old House Woods near Mathews, Virginia
>
>
> On the eastern U.S. Coast along the shores of
> Virginia just outside of the village of Diggs,
> there lies a stretch of woods that has been the
> center of many paranormal experiences since the
> late 18th century. Legend has it that there are
> several different treasures that were buried here
> and then subsequently abandoned, unable to be
> retrieved by their owners. Over the past two
> centuries there have been reports of phantoms of
> various sorts roaming these woods and waters.
>
> The road through Old House Woods near Mathews,
> Virginia
>
> First of all the name, Old House Woods may seem a
> bit strange, however for years in the middle of
> these woods off of Haven Beach Road, there was an
> old dilapidated house that stood for over a
> century and was subject of many ghostly
> encounters. As early as 1798 there have been eye
> witness accounts of strange happenings in and near
> this stretch of woods. Travelers on horseback
> have claimed that their horses were spooked and
> very fearful as they passed through these woods.
> Many say that some who entered the house seeking
> treasure or otherwise, were never seen again.
> Folks living near the woods would report that
> their children would return from playing there all
> day telling tales of seeing many strange things
> such as ghostly Revolutionary War soldiers,
> skeleton pirates wielding swords and strange
> glowing balls of light. Some of the tales
> prompted local residents to forbid their children
> from entering those woods, especially at night.
> The old house burned to the foundation long ago,
> but the eerie stories continue to this day.
>
> A Favorite Hiding Place for Treasure
>
> The first treasure that was lost according to
> legend, was that of pirates who were attracted by
> the allure of the marshy expanse of woodland off
> of Whites Creek, decided that it would be an
> excellent place to bury some of their treasure.
> So they tied up along the banks of the creek and
> buried their booty there in the woods. It is said
> that unfortunately for the pirates, they perished
> at sea in a terrible storm and was never able to
> retrieve their treasure. However, they return on
> occasion searching for their lost loot as you will
> see.
>
> In 1651 after the Battle of Worcester in England,
> Charles II fled Europe and headed for Jamestown in
> the new found territories in America to hide.
> After a fierce storm, his treasure ship mistakenly
> ended up in the Whites Creek. Deciding to hide
> Charles' treasures there for safe keeping in that
> remote stretch of forest, they began unloading the
> chests from the ship when suddenly they were
> ambushed and robbed. The perpetrators buried both
> the chests and the bodies of some of the crew in
> the woods. However, they were captured and put to
> death. It is said that the treasure chests of
> Charles II are still buried somewhere in the woods
> to this day, guarded by the phantom crew that was
> buried with it. Many claim that sometimes at
> night the lanterns and sounds of the phantom
> robbers who returned for their plunder can be seen
> and heard in the night digging away in the
> darkness.
>
> In 1781 during the Revolutionary War when General
> Cornwallis was fleeing the Patriot advance, it is
> said that they deposited a large stash of gold and
> silver coins and other plunder taken from
> civilians in the Old House Woods. They were never
> allowed to return to the area after they
> surrendered and it is believed that the British
> plunder is still hidden there today. Hence, the
> sightings of Revolutionary soldiers marching
> through the Old House Woods.
>
>
> Ghostly Ships
>
> Long ago during the time when steam ships were
> taking over in the late 19th century, a fisherman
> reported that he was fishing just off of the
> entrance of Whites Creek when a full masted
> sailing ship appeared coming in from the
> Chesapeake Bay. Making no sound at all, it moved
> into the creek. The mysterious ship passed by him
> and sailed right up onto the beach... and across
> the shore road into the Old House Woods and it
> appeared to be floating above the ground!
>
> There have also been reports of a phantom Spanish
> galleon in full sail floating partially above the
> trees tops as if they were water. Apparently, the
> phantom vessel rises out of the White River and
> sails into the trees. The ship would stop and
> ghostly pirates would pour over the side of the
> ship and down onto the ground. The phantom
> pirates have been seen roaming around as if
> searching for something and some have been spotted
> digging in certain spots in the Old House Woods.
> Many believe these are the pirates who died at sea
> returning to claim their hidden treasure.

i grew up hearin thse stories when i was growing up. never seen one tho
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I was at Massanutten Military Academy as a cadet for summer school and I saw some ghost sightings on the fourth floor of benchoff hall and Harrison hall.... Also I heard voices and saw stuff in the basement of Sperry hall (under the former quartermaster) I believe they are more like evil spirits than ghosts because when they are sighted it feels ice cold and you feel like your soul is being dragged out of your body.

This didn't happen in Fairfax, but I thought it would be worth the read. I live in Clarksville Md. Some of the houses here were built in the late 1700's. Anyway I was walking down Great Star Drive when my dog started to bark and my child started to wave at what looked like a Civil War reenactor. As he approached us we could see that his shoes were worn and he had only a rope for his belt. He was mumbling to himself ''pants on the ground pants on the ground looking like a fool with your pants on the ground'' and then he suddenly disappeared. Creepy.

Ghostly sounds of children at play and a vault lock that never rusted nor stayed locked for more than a day or so are at the heart of this story which takes place at Colross, one of the largest and most beautiful houses ever built in Alexadria, Virginia.

It once occupied an entire city block and was surrounded by a very old brick wall ten feet in height. It was said that the ghost of a bounty hunter and at least two Civil War deserters shot in front of the wall haunt the grounds. But our story is far more tragic in that it was the lives of two children that were taken and the ghosts of those same children that haunted Colross.

in the 1850's a colonial patriot named George Mason won the house in a game of cards. Mason moved into the house with his wife and two young children, William and Ann. Reports vary as to how young William ended up in the chicken coop. Some say he was hiding during a game og hide and seek. Other claim it came up a storm and he ran to the coop for shelter. What is known is that a gust of wind toppled the chicken coop, killing William instantly. The Masons were devestated, but none more than Ann. She never recovered from the loss of her brother, and soon after drowned in the bathtub. Both children were intered in a vault on the grounds. George Mason and his wife, having lost both of their children, left Colross never to return.

Almost immediately, new owners of Colross reported hearing young children playing on the grounds of the house even when there were no children around. It was occuring so often (almost daily) that the owners had trouble retaining servants. Some have claimed to see two children, a boy and a girl, laughing or singing in the yard. Always dressed in pre-Civil War clothes.

A side oddity of this story is the large iron lock to the vault that held the bodies of the children. Even though the lock was exposed to the elements for over seventy five years, the lock never rusted. It was always in perfect condition. Whats more, is that according to Mrs Smoot, an owner of Colross, the lock would never stay locked for more that three days. There was only one key, and that was with Mrs Smoots father. He would lock the vault himself, but three days later the lock would be open. It wasn't broken, it would just... open.

Was the ghosts of William and Ann opening the lock to play in the yard that had brought them happiness before their untimely ends? Sadly, the house has been moved to New Jersey and the vault with its mystery lock was destroyed. The bodies of the two children moved to a cemetery in the area. No one has seen or heard from the Mason children since. Perhaps they are finally at peace.

Love is a peculiar thing. It does not come easy and when it leaves, it can take a persons heart with it. Sometimes it causes an otherwise rational person to do the most unrational things. Take, for example, the story of the ghost of a sea captains wife and the tragedy that took place in what is now Alexandria, Virginia...

The story takes place sometime in the 1700's in what is now Braddock Hill. A sea captain and his wife lived on the hill. When the captain was not on a long voyage across the seas, he and his wife lived a secluded life. The rest of the townsfolk, unable to except that some people are happier by themselves, spread rumors that the couple practiced witchcraft and possibly were cannibals (a habit the people were sure the captain had picked up on a trip to Africa).

For their part, the couple were content with letting people think whatever they wanted. They were in love and only too happy spending their days in each others company. When the captain did sail off on a trip, he swore to his wife that he would indeed return to her. While he was away, the wife would spend her time gardening. When the time grew near for him to return, she waited at the top of the hill for his ship to sail into view.

On one trip however, the captain became sick and had to stay in Europe to recover. Another officer brought his ship home. When the captains wife saw thatr he did not get off the ship when it docked, she became alarmed. When she saw someone walking up the hill towards her she assumed her husband was dead and rushed into her garden where she shot herself before she got word that he was alive and only sick.

It has been reported time and time again that the ghost of a woman with dark hair and a cloak thrown over one shoulder standing at the top of the hill looking out over the water. When spoken to, she vanishes into thin air. Why wouldn't her ghost be looking for her husband to return? After all, he promised he would.

I really love reading these stories please keep them coming! I've always been interested in the paranormal, and many of these are quite fascinating and some are touching. I have a story that comes from my mother. She was an LVN who worked at a hospital downtown when she first became a nurse, but I forget what unit she was working on at the time. It's not as scary as some of the ones I've read here, but here goes:

My mother was working night shift and was walking down the hall with several other nurses when all of a sudden, plain as day, they see a lady crawling down the hallway with an evil smile on her face. She was crawling because she was missing a leg, and appeared to be wearing a hospital gown, but not one that they used in that hospital at the time. The halls were not kept too bright, so one of the nurses had a flashlight and flashed it towards the lady. They all saw the same thing, and freaked! They decided to follow her, since she made a turn into another hallway, but after they turned the corner, she was nowhere to be found, and it was impossible for her to go anywhere, because the only place after the turn was a door that to a stairwell that was always kept locked. There was absolutely no way she could have gone in there without the sound of that door opening, but it was locked anyway. This lady had completely VANISHED, and I don't think they ever saw her again.

bluenavy Wrote:
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> Peanuts Wrote:
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> > Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises
> coming
> > from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a
> radio
> > as well as people talking, or just different
> kinds
> > of music. Once I heard a voice say my name
> through
> > a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that our
> > brains just interpret white noise as words,
> > explain this...one night the fan next to my bed
> > was "talking" and next thing I know it got
> louder
> > and louder and then the radio next to the fan
> > turned itself on and picked up where the fan
> left
> > off. The alarm was set to go off but not for
> > several more hours.
>
> Once we moved we never heard it again thank god!

THis isn't exactly the same, but we keep a fan in our room at night for white noise. It helps us sleep. Anyway, since we moved into our new to us house about a year ago. I can hear music playing in the middle of the night if the fan is running. It's really strange. We always used the same fan at our old house and never experienced this. It doesn't happen every night, but it does happen often enough for me to notice. I've been woken @ 3am to the distant sound of music and muffled laughter only to get up, go outside and find nothing but the churping of the crickets. There were no TV's on in my house or radios. It still freaks me out when it happens. I have summed it up to the some residual energy in this area from long ago. Who knows. But my house is only 5 yrs old. We did find a funny looking rock in our backyard though that looks exactly like a tombstone with a simple Cross etched into the stone, nothing more. Spooky. Who knows what this land has seen.

That's really something. My son was always sensitive when it came to strange stuff. When we used to live in our mobile home several years ago, my husband and I always heard a T.V. or music on (it was some kind of noise) whenever the heater/air conditioner was running, but we only heard it at night when we were going to bed. But when the heater/air conditioner would shut off, we wouldn't hear it anymore. It was very strange, along with all the other strange things my son (who was between 2-3 years old at the time) would see. He started one evening, running from his room into the living room where we were at, saying there were people in his room. He seemed a little scared when he told us, so of course, we got up to investigate, but nothing. A few months later, he would talk about the three little boys who lived in his room, and would play with him. He said they would come out of his wall. He even told me their names. Now that was creepy. But over time that stopped, and we moved out of there when he was 5. Several months ago, I asked him if he remembers the little boys and he said yes, but seemed like he didn't want to talk about it, so I left it alone. But he did mention (which he never told me this before) the nightmares he used to have while living there. He said he had a nightmare of seeing the devil outside his bedroom window and came into his room. He also told me that sometimes at night he would feel his bed shake. I was STUNNED!! And also very glad that we're not living there anymore! Sometime I felt strange in the house, but never saw anything. But I also truly believe something was there that was not supposed to be.

Now we're living in a different house, and have been there for over two years. My son is now 10 and hadn't talked about seeing or hearing anything strange until a few months ago. He could have been dreaming this, but he said that one Saturday morning when he was sleeping, he heard a man's voice whisper "wake up", and he said it sounded like it was right in his face. He said as soon as he heard that, he woke up but there was no one there. It wasn't my husband either. That really freaked me out!

Penny Wrote:
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> That's really something. My son was always
> sensitive when it came to strange stuff. When we
> used to live in our mobile home several years ago,
> my husband and I always heard a T.V. or music on
> (it was some kind of noise) whenever the
> heater/air conditioner was running, but we only
> heard it at night when we were going to bed. But
> when the heater/air conditioner would shut off, we
> wouldn't hear it anymore. It was very strange,
> along with all the other strange things my son
> (who was between 2-3 years old at the time) would
> see. He started one evening, running from his room
> into the living room where we were at, saying
> there were people in his room. He seemed a little
> scared when he told us, so of course, we got up to
> investigate, but nothing. A few months later, he
> would talk about the three little boys who lived
> in his room, and would play with him. He said they
> would come out of his wall. He even told me their
> names. Now that was creepy. But over time that
> stopped, and we moved out of there when he was 5.
> Several months ago, I asked him if he remembers
> the little boys and he said yes, but seemed like
> he didn't want to talk about it, so I left it
> alone. But he did mention (which he never told me
> this before) the nightmares he used to have while
> living there. He said he had a nightmare of seeing
> the devil outside his bedroom window and came into
> his room. He also told me that sometimes at night
> he would feel his bed shake. I was STUNNED!! And
> also very glad that we're not living there
> anymore! Sometime I felt strange in the house, but
> never saw anything. But I also truly believe
> something was there that was not supposed to be.
>
> Now we're living in a different house, and have
> been there for over two years. My son is now 10
> and hadn't talked about seeing or hearing anything
> strange until a few months ago. He could have been
> dreaming this, but he said that one Saturday
> morning when he was sleeping, he heard a man's
> voice whisper "wake up", and he said it sounded
> like it was right in his face. He said as soon as
> he heard that, he woke up but there was no one
> there. It wasn't my husband either. That really
> freaked me out!

Just FYI, demonic or evil spirits often don't "haunt" a house, they haunt people. So, when a person moves away from the "haunted" house, often it starts again in the new house. I don't want to frighten you, I certainly do not want to say that the being bothering your son was demonic, because I have no idea. Just thought it would be worth your keeping your eyes and ears open, and perhaps he will open up to you more.

Tee Wrote:
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> bluenavy Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Peanuts Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises
> > coming
> > > from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a
> > radio
> > > as well as people talking, or just different
> > kinds
> > > of music. Once I heard a voice say my name
> > through
> > > a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that
> our
> > > brains just interpret white noise as words,
> > > explain this...one night the fan next to my
> bed
> > > was "talking" and next thing I know it got
> > louder
> > > and louder and then the radio next to the fan
> > > turned itself on and picked up where the fan
> > left
> > > off. The alarm was set to go off but not for
> > > several more hours.
> >
> > Once we moved we never heard it again thank
> god!
>
> THis isn't exactly the same, but we keep a fan in
> our room at night for white noise. It helps us
> sleep. Anyway, since we moved into our new to us
> house about a year ago. I can hear music playing
> in the middle of the night if the fan is running.
> It's really strange. We always used the same fan
> at our old house and never experienced this. It
> doesn't happen every night, but it does happen
> often enough for me to notice. I've been woken @
> 3am to the distant sound of music and muffled
> laughter only to get up, go outside and find
> nothing but the churping of the crickets. There
> were no TV's on in my house or radios. It still
> freaks me out when it happens. I have summed it up
> to the some residual energy in this area from long
> ago. Who knows. But my house is only 5 yrs old. We
> did find a funny looking rock in our backyard
> though that looks exactly like a tombstone with a
> simple Cross etched into the stone, nothing more.
> Spooky. Who knows what this land has seen.

I often hear music at night. I can't never quite make it out, we also use a fan, but it is there none the less. I live in a haunted house, but this music thing is new in the past 6 months or so.

I have heard my name called as I am trying to fall asleep. Only once could I put a name to the voice. Some years ago in 2002, I heard my dad call my name. It was just as loud and clear as if he was in the room standing next to my bed. He was estranged from the entire family, long story. I found out 2 weeks later, that was the day he died. So I feel like some part of him was trying to apologize - at least that is the most pleasant thought for me. In his death his mind cleared and he was trying to reach out one last time.

This music thing is really irksome at times, keeps me awake. I can never tell from which direction it is coming, it's almost if I start to really pay attention, it quiets down. Weird.

Several years ago, I worked as a manager in a nursing home. We had resident paired up as room mates in rooms. There was this one little old lady who was absolutely EVIL. She offered poop balls to surveyers as chocolates, she hit and scratched the staff routinely and she complained about her care constantly. This lady was just as bad as they come. Her roommate, on the otherhand was just as sweet as sweet could be. Well one morning her roommate started screaming hysterically, "Not me, not me! It's not MY time, you don't want ME!!! NO, NO, NO!!!!" We went into her room to find out what was going on, only to find the mean little old lady dying in the bed beside her. When we asked the mean little old lady's roommate what happened, why she was screaming, she said she saw demons taking the crazy mean little old lady away, and they tried to take her. Fast forward one month later... The sweet little old lady roommate died just as peacefully as could be. CRAZY!

me too Wrote:
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> Tee Wrote:
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> > bluenavy Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Peanuts Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises
> > > coming
> > > > from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a
> > > radio
> > > > as well as people talking, or just
> different
> > > kinds
> > > > of music. Once I heard a voice say my name
> > > through
> > > > a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that
> > our
> > > > brains just interpret white noise as words,
> > > > explain this...one night the fan next to my
> > bed
> > > > was "talking" and next thing I know it got
> > > louder
> > > > and louder and then the radio next to the
> fan
> > > > turned itself on and picked up where the
> fan
> > > left
> > > > off. The alarm was set to go off but not
> for
> > > > several more hours.
> > >
> > > Once we moved we never heard it again thank
> > god!
> >
> > THis isn't exactly the same, but we keep a fan
> in
> > our room at night for white noise. It helps us
> > sleep. Anyway, since we moved into our new to
> us
> > house about a year ago. I can hear music
> playing
> > in the middle of the night if the fan is
> running.
> > It's really strange. We always used the same
> fan
> > at our old house and never experienced this. It
> > doesn't happen every night, but it does happen
> > often enough for me to notice. I've been woken
> @
> > 3am to the distant sound of music and muffled
> > laughter only to get up, go outside and find
> > nothing but the churping of the crickets. There
> > were no TV's on in my house or radios. It still
> > freaks me out when it happens. I have summed it
> up
> > to the some residual energy in this area from
> long
> > ago. Who knows. But my house is only 5 yrs old.
> We
> > did find a funny looking rock in our backyard
> > though that looks exactly like a tombstone with
> a
> > simple Cross etched into the stone, nothing
> more.
> > Spooky. Who knows what this land has seen.
>
>
> I often hear music at night. I can't never quite
> make it out, we also use a fan, but it is there
> none the less. I live in a haunted house, but this
> music thing is new in the past 6 months or so.
>
> I have heard my name called as I am trying to fall
> asleep. Only once could I put a name to the voice.
> Some years ago in 2002, I heard my dad call my
> name. It was just as loud and clear as if he was
> in the room standing next to my bed. He was
> estranged from the entire family, long story. I
> found out 2 weeks later, that was the day he died.
> So I feel like some part of him was trying to
> apologize - at least that is the most pleasant
> thought for me. In his death his mind cleared and
> he was trying to reach out one last time.
>
> This music thing is really irksome at times, keeps
> me awake. I can never tell from which direction it
> is coming, it's almost if I start to really pay
> attention, it quiets down. Weird.
>
> Blessings

I have also heard music while sleeping at night. We use a fan but that actually muffles it for me. The quieter the night the more I can hear it. I mentioned it to my hubby and he thought I was nuts. So I just keep it to myself.

Also have you ever heard your name or anything else being said while you are starting to fall asleep. I never mentioned it to anyone for years and one day my brother in-law said it happened to him one night.
It sounds like it is coming internally from me and not from another part of the house. It is in a sharp tone like a parent scolding a child. It usually occurs when I am down or thinking about something sad.

years ago, i worked with a nurse who was in an abusive marriage. for some reason, she picked me of all the nurses in our unit to be her confidante. (perhaps because i, too am a domestic violence survivor.) i was working the night shift; i had two icu patients in a double room at the end of the hall. it was about 4 in the morning, and i was sitting in the room charting and watching my demented little old lady try to pull out her lines, tubes, etc. nancy came into the room and began speaking to me.

"i just wanted to tell you thank you," she said. "thanks for letting me vent, and thanks for letting me know i'm not the only person who was ever stupid enough to get into a situation like this."

"what are you doing here at 4am? you're not supposed to be to work until 7!"

"i wanted to tell you thank you and goodbye," she said. i thought that was pretty weird, but about that moment my little old lady managed to get her hand wrapped around her chest tube and gave it enough of a yank to pull it out. nancy pushed the code light for me, and then i was so busy i lost track of her. she wasn't in the room when we were staunching the bleeding, doing a stat chest x-ray and placing a new chest tube. and she didn't show up at 7am to relieve me. i ended up staying until 11.

by the time i went home that morning, we'd tried to call nancy several times to find out why she wasn't at work. strangely, i didn't tell anyone about her visit at 4. i'm not sure why i didn't, i just didn't. it didn't seem right somehow. and afterward, when i was sitting in the church at her funeral, i was really, truly glad i hadn't said anything. you see, when she visited me at 4 am, she was already dead.

a friend of mine in towns grandmother had passed away a few years earlier. when i came back to the state we live, i stayed with her for a visit. i got grandma's old room. lovely!

my friend had mentioned that they would hear her call out her sons name ( my friends father ) once in a blue moon. and here i am in granny's room of all 4 bedrooms in the house! it was a new home of 3 years or so...pretty good sized, about 2,500 sq feet. the 3 bedrooms were on the left side, with a large bathroom to share, her parents room way on the other side to the right of the home.

i went to her house, and later on her parents went to go dancing. my friend, whom i will call "l" whom was 21 at the time, i was 24, we watched cable and we decided to fix our dinner. we had the house to ourselves and in the big kitchen at the center island, we got out mac and cheese and hot dogs and "l" started the water for the noodles.

i got out the condiments of ketchup, mustard....a bag od chips, paper plates. i started to cook our hotdogs in the microwave which was in the dining room area off the kitchen on its own big stand. i popped 4 hotdogs ini the microwave and went back to the counter......and said, "hey, "l". do you want anything else like mayonaise on your hotdogs?" "yeah, i suppose so."

i turned behind me and opened the fridge and got the mayo out and set it on the counter and she was standing on the opposite side by the sinks side......and she placed some chips on her paper plate and we both hear, " phillip? phiiiiiiiiiiiiillllp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

we looked up at each other and she said,"oh my god! it's grandma!" i said, " oh crap! you heard that too?!"
"she always calls for my dad!! hurry....let's leave!!! i'm not staying when she is looking for him!"

she went for her purse and i turned the stove off.....the microwave beeped and we were both too scared to even look in the hallway for her coming down the hall with her walker!

we left out the front door, got in her car and she was shaking as i was shaking...and i said,"why are we scared! it's grandma for petes sake!" she said," i don't care! i don't want to see her in ghost! it creeps me out!"

we high tailed it out of there and came back home about an hour later, as her parents would be home then.

her mom then said," why on earth did you both leave food laying around like this in my kitchen??" ( it was the early '80's and we did not have mobile phones then to call them!! )

she said," we were cooking our food and we heard grandma yelling out for dad, we both heard her." she laughed and said," so! what do you expect her to do? she's dead ya'll!! it's not like she would hurt you!"

we were scared out of our wits as we both heard her!

that was something else........im glad i was not the only one whom heard her.....we both felt bad about running out of the house.....but were too afraid thinking we would confront her in the hallway and that would have been so weird.

I was living on Sherrow Ave. off of Broad Street in Falls Church. I came home from work one day and looked down the hall and saw a figure standing there looking at me then walked into my bedroom. It had longish hair and a long light colored robe on. I dismissed it as just my tiredness showing from the day. That evening at dinner I mentioned it to my husband and son. My son looked at me and said ''yeah the eyes!! '' I was completely stunned. He said his friend had seen it also when he was spending the night.

I have never forgotten it and although I am skeptical of ghost sightings I know I saw one myself. Only once. I often wondered if anyone else living in that house has seen the same.

luvinRN Wrote:
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>i have a friend who doesn't believe in spirits/ghosts. she says that once you >die, if you are intended for heaven you go straight there. she believes all >spirits/shadows/ghosts are the devil. that he wants you on his side so bad >that he will disguise himself as a grandson on a tricycle, a young girl, an >infant, a beloved family member, etc.

hi, i agree with your friend, i am a devoted christian and have seen too much! here is a verse in the bible that clearly shows those who have passed do not return to speak to us or guide us.

luke 16:19-31. 'and besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.' (luke 16:26)
feel free to read this in the bible! in fact i staff church retreats that are specifically to set people free from any oppresive lifestyle and heal their soul,spirit, and physical body! you wouldnt believe the things ive seen at these retreats, god is good and he shows his mercy and glory at every single retreat but oh does the devil show up too! along with his demons. one time we prayed over this women whos husband had commited suicide just 2 months earlier and she was having an extremely hard time healing from this hard time ( he called her and rushed her home because he said he needed to show her something, right when she walked in the door he killed himself in front of her face!) she felt like he was at fault in someway, anyway as we prayed for her she suddenly became unconcious, she was in a locked state of mind (seen this before in oher deliverences) when we demanded the demon let her mind go in jesus christ's name she returned to herself and when we told her to order any demons of depression, anxiety, sadness, and guilt to leave from her she couldnt do it, she would close her mouth and nod no, and scream and say she couldnt because she saw her husband telling her not to, when i heard that i told her theabove verse; luke 16:26, she instantly was able to see it indeed was not her husband and how it was really a demon, she rebuked him in the lord's name and now lives a happy life. this is just one of the many stories i have to tell regarding demons posing as a loved one.

LBJ Wrote:
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> susan/hunters woods Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Reston hunters woods area I have experienced
> many
> > events over the years in my townhouse. I have
> had
> > items disappear only to be found months later
> in
> > the same spot they disappeared from. Lights
> blink
> > for no reason appliances turn themselves on. My
> > neighbor has had similar experiences at her
> home.
> > I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> > century clothes and a young African American
> girl
> > attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours
> just
> > staring at the same spot.
>
> I have also seen some pretty creepy things in that
> area, Deepwood neighborhood in particular....

We live in the Deepwood area. I was driving home one rainy night. There was a man in short sleeves and what looked to be khakis standing by a sign. (this was in December 2012) I was a few hundred feet from him. When I drove by he wasn't there. There was nowhere he could have possibly gone in that short amount of time. Has anyone else seen anything strange like this in Reston?

It's taken me a really long time to post this, I wouldn't believe it myself if it hadn't happened to me, and if my best friend wasn't there to witness it. We've been best friends since middle school, went to nursing school together and now work at the same hospital in Virginia. I'm an ER nurse and she's a floater, on December 11, 2007 she was working in the ER with me to help cover due to holiday vacations.

On the week of Halloween my boyfriend and I decided to take the plunge and move in together, he's a Fire Fighter / EMT. We met in the ER when he was bringing in a patient.

It as a very quiet night in the ER, I was running vitals on a new patient who came in complaining of chest pains when my friend walked in to tell me I had a phone call. She gave me a quick wink when she told me "I'll take over", I already knew who was on the phone. When I picked up the reciever at the nurses station it was the love of my life, Garrett. He started out with his normal, boisterous "Hey Baby!" It's funny how two words can make you smile, then he told me "I'm getting ready to leave" I just thought he was heading to the fire house as I knew he was working that night. Then he said, "I wanted to hear you voice one more time before I left...... I love you...." I laughed and told him I loved him and I would see him soon, then in a really quiet voice he said "yeah, you will." I told him I loved him one more time and we hung up, I went back to my patient and relayed the conversation to my best friend.

Within a few minutes it seemed as if our hospital was surrounded by lights and sirens. Three police cars and two fire trucks flanking one ambulance. Everyone available suited up and gloved up. I went back to my chest pains patient who I think was looking more for a warm bed then meds to help with the pain. I saw the gurney rush in, EMT's were performing CPR, there was total chaos.

After a few minutes when I had my patient settled in and a bed ready for him upstairs I walked out of his room and saw a few of the EMT's Garrett worked with standing with their backs to me looking into the trauma room with the new patient. I called Briggs name walking towards them and when he turned around he had a grave expression on his face. The first thing he said to me was, "I didn't know you were working tonight" I told him yes, Garrett and I were both working tonight. Then I asked, what's wrong? All of them were staring at me, no one moved, so I asked again - louder "What's Wrong?!" I looked over Briggs shoulder into the trauma room and felt my world collapse around me. Garrett was lying on the gurney, intebated, defibrillators against his chest, there was blood everywhere. I screamed and tried to bolt into the room, to touch him, to hold him, to do anything I could to help. Briggs caught me around the waist and held on so tight I realized within the next few days I had bruises on my sides. I just remember crumpling to the floor watching - helpless, sobbing and screaming his name. The doctors pronounced him at 8:42pm. His Nissan Titan had been t-boned (drivers side) by a tractor trailer going roughly 50 mph. There was no hope....

The day before the funeral several of us were sitting at our house....my house....no one was really talking we were just....sitting there. My best friend broke the silence and said, "Well, you were able to talk to him one last time, able to say I love you before he died." I smiled, a fresh batch of tears started, I just shook my head and whispered, "the accident must have happened a few minutes after he called." I looked across the living room and Briggs had an odd expression on his face, I asked what was wrong - he asked me "What time did you talk to Garrett", I thought about it for a few minutes and then my expression matched his, then I answered him "About 20 minutes before you brought him in...." Briggs stared at me. My best friend asked, "Why do you ask?" Still staring at me Briggs answered "Because that's not possible, we recieved the call at the station at 7:36, we were on the scene by 7:41 and Garrett wasn't concious, by the time we pulled him out of the truck a little after 8:00 he didn't have a pulse, we started CPR immediately. Stacy, there's no way you could have talked to Garrett before we brought him in.... he was already dead."

No one in the room spoke, we all knew it had happened, my best friend answered the phone herself, Garrett said hello to her first and asked to speak to me. Other nurses and doctors around the nursing station overhead our conversation. He called to say he loved me one more time before he left.........

Months of therapy, weeks of vacation before stepping foot back into the ER. Some wounds never fully heal, and I don't really consider this a ghost story because I don't consider the man I loved most in this world a ghost - everyday I cherish the fact that I was allowed to talk to him one more time..... And I know he's still with me.... my firefighter....

watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
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> I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> remember hearing about this incident.
>
> Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows
> about this apparition. She is not as benign as the
> story states. There are several documented air
> crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> appearance on active runways, especially during
> take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely before
> they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> lives. I have personally read several accident
> reports (dated many decades apart) involving this
> same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> similar in each report. The woman might not be
> real, but the air crashes certainly are. I don't
> recall what they called her, but Miss Mary doesn't
> sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> probably earned herself many, many names over the
> years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> costly aircraft.
> Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so I
> don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> simply described as female caucasian, well under
> 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind her
> head. Several reports cited her as wearing a blue
> long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC summer
> temperatures.
> The reports included conclusions regarding Line of
> Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured
> on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They
> included information about Military Police
> searches of the immediate areas following each
> crash (trying to find her), statements of several
> survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> intercom conversations among aircrew when they saw
> her (and she was seen by several witnesses in the
> same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> apparently never been seen from the Air Control
> tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn
> aircraft and tower have been included in some of
> the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you
> want to call her, is not a joke. She's a killer,
> not to be forgiven.
> And by the way, First Writer, the title "Marine"
> is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth,
> NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's a
> very large difference btwn the two.

MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. -- A popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point is the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was buried here with her two children long before the air station existed. Some believe they now haunt the air station.

According to the most popular story, early in the construction of Cherry Point’s flight line Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make room for the project. The legend states that she was separated from her children in the process and she is now said to be forever searching for them.

Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up to start his day and headed to work like he had been doing every day since he started his job in the Resident Officer in Charge of Construction Office in 1984.

Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and his coworkers were replacing the center mat of the flight line, the intersection where the four runways meet, when they heard something eerie and out of place, something that couldn’t be real.

“It sounded like kids were playing at a playground which was the oddest thing,” said Styron. “We brushed it off at first because we thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing this early on a flight line?’”

Styron said he dismissed the laughter and forgot about the whole incident for almost 30 years, never thinking twice about it, until he read a blog online that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“I was reading about a woman named Kissie Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts the flight line and when she is around you can hear children playing or laughing. I had never even heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked me back.”

But did Styron really experience a visit from Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was the laughter he heard that of her children, who are rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their mother, Sykes, endlessly searches for them?

Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says that the Sykes’ were among three families the air station purchased land from prior to its completion.

“The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all families the air station purchased land from, so the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for quite some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look at.”

Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry Point graveyards. She is now buried in the graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the air station. She is said to roam the flight line, housing areas and other parts of the air station searching for her children.

“A few years ago we had reports from Marines at Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were pretty shaken up after they said something jumped on their truck that resembled a woman,” said Lehew. “The fact that these were grown Marines who were terrified makes me believe it was her.”

Lehew says that most reports regarding the unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who work night shifts.

Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at ARFF and claims to have experienced a visit from Sykes in September of this year when the trucks started turning themselves on.

“Me and a few other Marines were out near the flight line during our shift when the trucks started turning on and the doors started opening by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to check it out and when we turned them off, others started turning on. It really freaked us out.”

Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes after hearing stories about her prior to his experience.

“There are a lot of stories about Sykes and pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman walk across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The one that really freaked me out was the story about the lance corporal who was admitted into a mental institution after they found him curled in a ball by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her kids.”

Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air station as one of its most famous urban legends.

“Cherry Point has a lot of history and continues to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes is pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”

Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during the construction of the flight line. (Photo by Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
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Southern Dandy Wrote:
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> When I served at Walter Reed Army Medical Center
> we were occasionally selected for guard duty at
> this fantastic old girls finishing school for the
> daughters of the political elite. This enormous
> compound was composed of no less than seven
> different buildings, each interlocking that was
> designed to replicate a different cultural
> environment. One building was an East Asian
> Pagoda, another in German style, so on so on. The
> reports of hautings in this building were
> commonplace. In fact it was taken for granted. The
> building was easily a hundred years old, and was
> poorly maintained. The only reason it still
> existed was because it was scheduled for
> renivation, and was a historical monument. It was
> in a badly maintained condition, but still
> contained artifacts from the original dwellers.
> While doing rounds it was fun to sort through 100
> year old medical journals and catalogues ,true
> anachronisms, and surely worth money. The building
> had grand halls with gargoyles and other victorian
> furnishing, and even had an old psych ward. If any
> place on the planet was haunted it would be this
> place.
> One night on guard duty, my buddy and I were
> finishing up a pizza we ordered, when we heard
> voices down the hall. Vandalism had been reported
> here before so we grabbed our arms(baseball
> bats),told our NCO in charge we were heading out,
> and proceeded in the direction of the disturbance.
> We followed down the hall by flashlight, and
> prepared to whomp some hippy ass. When we got to
> the point that we heard the voices, there was
> nothing. We continued down the hall and started a
> search of adjoining rooms. Still nothing. That's
> when we heard muffled laughter a bit farther down
> the hall. This building just kind of keeps going,
> it's very big, so we called back on the radio to
> our NOC, that we needed some more time. She was
> pretty scared so she told us to hurry back when we
> figured it out.
> After a lot of looking my buddy and I were
> searched out. We had found a lot of wierd stuff,
> and were sick of looking. That's when we heard
> laughing behind on of the walls. There shouldn't
> have been anything behind that wall. Out of sheer
> frustration my buddy hit the wall with his
> baseball bat and yealled "Shut the F$&* up!" When
> the dust settled we found that the wall was
> hollow, and that there was a staircase below where
> he had hit it, behind the wall. We made a command
> decision to open the wall up enough to fit
> through. We climbed through and went down the OLD
> stairs. It lead into a basement area that lead
> through a bunch of rooms with old antiques stored
> in them. We finally found another dirt staircase
> leading to a bunch of interconnecting boiler
> rooms. The tunnels were dug beneath the earth, and
> had earth floors. We walked from boiler room to
> boiler room through these tunnels for some time.
> We finally found a wooden door. I thought I heard
> a sob. My friend didn't hear it, but we went in
> the room anyway. We found an old nuns room. There
> were dressers, and an old bed frame, and other old
> wooden furniture items, and a crucifix on the
> wall, and an old faded picture of Jesus. There
> were moldy nuns hobbits, and some faded letters in
> a desk. We both felt VERY wrong for being in that
> rooms. We didn't know why. That's when the
> flashlight my buddy carried started going dim. We
> both felt a sudden draft, a very cold cold draft,
> and the light died. We decided to leave. Very
> quickly. In fact at a run. Once out into the
> tunnels, the light worked again, normally, as if
> it had new batteries. We continued back to the CQ
> area. We both must have looked pretty white and
> shaken, cause our NCO flipped out, but stopped to
> ask us what the hell happened. Neither one of us
> could tell her. In fact we didn't even talk to
> each other about it for some time. When we finally
> did, it was in a respectful tone, and very brief.
>
>
> This sounds too wierd to be true. All I can say,
> is that there are a number of other soldiers with
> stories eerily like ours, though no one ever
> mentioned a staircase to the bowels of the
> building, or an old nuns isolated lonely room
> beneath the ground.

That place is very cool! Is there any way to get access? Or is it all locked up and closed to the public?

kever Wrote:
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> Southern Dandy Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > When I served at Walter Reed Army Medical
> Center
> > we were occasionally selected for guard duty at
> > this fantastic old girls finishing school for
> the
> > daughters of the political elite. This enormous
> > compound was composed of no less than seven
> > different buildings, each interlocking that was
> > designed to replicate a different cultural
> > environment. One building was an East Asian
> > Pagoda, another in German style, so on so on.
> The
> > reports of hautings in this building were
> > commonplace. In fact it was taken for granted.
> The
> > building was easily a hundred years old, and
> was
> > poorly maintained. The only reason it still
> > existed was because it was scheduled for
> > renivation, and was a historical monument. It
> was
> > in a badly maintained condition, but still
> > contained artifacts from the original dwellers.
> > While doing rounds it was fun to sort through
> 100
> > year old medical journals and catalogues ,true
> > anachronisms, and surely worth money. The
> building
> > had grand halls with gargoyles and other
> victorian
> > furnishing, and even had an old psych ward. If
> any
> > place on the planet was haunted it would be
> this
> > place.
> > One night on guard duty, my buddy and I were
> > finishing up a pizza we ordered, when we heard
> > voices down the hall. Vandalism had been
> reported
> > here before so we grabbed our arms(baseball
> > bats),told our NCO in charge we were heading
> out,
> > and proceeded in the direction of the
> disturbance.
> > We followed down the hall by flashlight, and
> > prepared to whomp some hippy ass. When we got
> to
> > the point that we heard the voices, there was
> > nothing. We continued down the hall and started
> a
> > search of adjoining rooms. Still nothing.
> That's
> > when we heard muffled laughter a bit farther
> down
> > the hall. This building just kind of keeps
> going,
> > it's very big, so we called back on the radio
> to
> > our NOC, that we needed some more time. She was
> > pretty scared so she told us to hurry back when
> we
> > figured it out.
> > After a lot of looking my buddy and I were
> > searched out. We had found a lot of wierd
> stuff,
> > and were sick of looking. That's when we heard
> > laughing behind on of the walls. There
> shouldn't
> > have been anything behind that wall. Out of
> sheer
> > frustration my buddy hit the wall with his
> > baseball bat and yealled "Shut the F$&* up!"
> When
> > the dust settled we found that the wall was
> > hollow, and that there was a staircase below
> where
> > he had hit it, behind the wall. We made a
> command
> > decision to open the wall up enough to fit
> > through. We climbed through and went down the
> OLD
> > stairs. It lead into a basement area that lead
> > through a bunch of rooms with old antiques
> stored
> > in them. We finally found another dirt
> staircase
> > leading to a bunch of interconnecting boiler
> > rooms. The tunnels were dug beneath the earth,
> and
> > had earth floors. We walked from boiler room to
> > boiler room through these tunnels for some
> time.
> > We finally found a wooden door. I thought I
> heard
> > a sob. My friend didn't hear it, but we went in
> > the room anyway. We found an old nuns room.
> There
> > were dressers, and an old bed frame, and other
> old
> > wooden furniture items, and a crucifix on the
> > wall, and an old faded picture of Jesus. There
> > were moldy nuns hobbits, and some faded letters
> in
> > a desk. We both felt VERY wrong for being in
> that
> > rooms. We didn't know why. That's when the
> > flashlight my buddy carried started going dim.
> We
> > both felt a sudden draft, a very cold cold
> draft,
> > and the light died. We decided to leave. Very
> > quickly. In fact at a run. Once out into the
> > tunnels, the light worked again, normally, as
> if
> > it had new batteries. We continued back to the
> CQ
> > area. We both must have looked pretty white and
> > shaken, cause our NCO flipped out, but stopped
> to
> > ask us what the hell happened. Neither one of
> us
> > could tell her. In fact we didn't even talk to
> > each other about it for some time. When we
> finally
> > did, it was in a respectful tone, and very
> brief.
> >
> >
> > This sounds too wierd to be true. All I can
> say,
> > is that there are a number of other soldiers
> with
> > stories eerily like ours, though no one ever
> > mentioned a staircase to the bowels of the
> > building, or an old nuns isolated lonely room
> > beneath the ground.
>
> That place is very cool! Is there any way to get
> access? Or is it all locked up and closed to the
> public?

Military bases in general seem to have a great deal of supernatural activity. I used to live in Staff Capehart about 8 years ago, and still remember how our dinner table lifted off the floor a litte bit while we were eating. I also found all of my silverware in a criss cross position, and had frequent nightmares of people floating over my bed. My husband also saw a little boy in blue pajamas. We saw some strange things while living in 29 Palms, but that's another story. :)

Dawn Wrote:
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> LBJ Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > susan/hunters woods Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Reston hunters woods area I have experienced
> > many
> > > events over the years in my townhouse. I have
> > had
> > > items disappear only to be found months later
> > in
> > > the same spot they disappeared from. Lights
> > blink
> > > for no reason appliances turn themselves on.
> My
> > > neighbor has had similar experiences at her
> > home.
> > > I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> > > century clothes and a young African American
> > girl
> > > attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours
> > just
> > > staring at the same spot.
> >
> > I have also seen some pretty creepy things in
> that
> > area, Deepwood neighborhood in particular....
>
> We live in the Deepwood area. I was driving home
> one rainy night. There was a man in short sleeves
> and what looked to be khakis standing by a sign.
> (this was in December 2012) I was a few hundred
> feet from him. When I drove by he wasn't there.
> There was nowhere he could have possibly gone in
> that short amount of time. Has anyone else seen
> anything strange like this in Reston?

So one time, me and my friend were driving near Shaw Road right by the Buffalo Wing Factory and Pub. We ended up driving all the way down and went around the shopping center, behind the old school with the softball field and in front of the lumber place. We drove down a little ways and saw a man walking towards us. It was dark, so I drove slow to make sure I wouldn't hit him. We ended up turning back around, and he was gone in as little as 10 seconds. I was shocked; there were fences all around. He couldn't have climbed, and all the stores were closed at the time.

Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
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> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > remember hearing about this incident.
> >
> > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows
> > about this apparition. She is not as benign as
> the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
> > Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so
> I
> > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> > simply described as female caucasian, well
> under
> > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind
> her
> > head. Several reports cited her as wearing a
> blue
> > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> summer
> > temperatures.
> > The reports included conclusions regarding Line
> of
> > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> > active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured
> > on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They
> > included information about Military Police
> > searches of the immediate areas following each
> > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> several
> > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > intercom conversations among aircrew when they
> saw
> > her (and she was seen by several witnesses in
> the
> > same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> > apparently never been seen from the Air Control
> > tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn
> > aircraft and tower have been included in some
> of
> > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you
> > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> killer,
> > not to be forgiven.
> > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> "Marine"
> > is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth,
> > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's
> a
> > very large difference btwn the two.
>
> Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
> unts-cherry-point.aspx
>
> MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. -- A
> popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point is
> the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was buried
> here with her two children long before the air
> station existed. Some believe they now haunt the
> air station.
>
> According to the most popular story, early in the
> construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make
> room for the project. The legend states that she
> was separated from her children in the process and
> she is now said to be forever searching for them.
>
> Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up to
> start his day and headed to work like he had been
> doing every day since he started his job in the
> Resident Officer in Charge of Construction Office
> in 1984.
>
> Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and his
> coworkers were replacing the center mat of the
> flight line, the intersection where the four
> runways meet, when they heard something eerie and
> out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
>
> “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> playground which was the oddest thing,” said
> Styron. “We brushed it off at first because we
> thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing this
> early on a flight line?’”
>
> Styron said he dismissed the laughter and forgot
> about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> never thinking twice about it, until he read a
> blog online that made the hair on the back of his
> neck stand up.
>
> “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts the
> flight line and when she is around you can hear
> children playing or laughing. I had never even
> heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked me
> back.”
>
> But did Styron really experience a visit from
> Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was the
> laughter he heard that of her children, who are
> rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their mother,
> Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
>
> Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says
> that the Sykes’ were among three families the
> air station purchased land from prior to its
> completion.
>
> “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all
> families the air station purchased land from, so
> the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for quite
> some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her
> gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> at.”
>
> Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the
> air station. She is said to roam the flight line,
> housing areas and other parts of the air station
> searching for her children.
>
> “A few years ago we had reports from Marines at
> Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were pretty
> shaken up after they said something jumped on
> their truck that resembled a woman,” said Lehew.
> “The fact that these were grown Marines who were
> terrified makes me believe it was her.”
>
> Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who
> work night shifts.
>
> Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at ARFF
> and claims to have experienced a visit from Sykes
> in September of this year when the trucks started
> turning themselves on.
>
> “Me and a few other Marines were out near the
> flight line during our shift when the trucks
> started turning on and the doors started opening
> by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> check it out and when we turned them off, others
> started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
>
> Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes after
> hearing stories about her prior to his
> experience.
>
> “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman walk
> across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The
> one that really freaked me out was the story about
> the lance corporal who was admitted into a mental
> institution after they found him curled in a ball
> by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her kids.”
>
>
> Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air
> station as one of its most famous urban legends.
>
> “Cherry Point has a lot of history and continues
> to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes is
> pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
>
> Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber
> at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during
> the construction of the flight line. (Photo by
> Pfc. Victor Arriaga)

SHE GETS MORE ACTIVE DURING THE SUMMER MONTHS. SHE INFLUENCES YOUR MOOD AND MAKES YOU FEEL UNEASY OUT OF NO WHERE RIGHT BEFOR SHE MAKES CONTACT WITH YOU. SHE IS AGITATED BECAUSE HER GRAVE WAS MOVED FROM HER CHILDRENS WHEN THEY BUILT THE AIR STRIP. SHE ASKS MP`S FOR HELP OCCASIONALLY IN THE SAME AREA WHERE THE LCPL SAW HER. ONLY AT NIGHT IN ISOLATED AREAS. SHE HAS DARK HAIR DOWN TO HER KNEES AND IS SOMETIMES BELIEVED TO BE IN OR NEAR THE HOSPITAL ALTHOUGH I`VE NEVER HEARD OF ANYONE PERSONALLY SPOTTING HER NEAR THE HOSPITAL.

Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I recall one night when one of our guys had an encounter with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had taken one of the Harriers out for a compass calibration. The calibration site is located pretty much in the center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at night it is pretty dark and isolated.

My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out was sitting in the "tug" waiting for the calibration to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady (Kissy) was standing next to the open window of the tug.

She asked him "Have you seen my children?"

Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need any help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in her night gown was standing in the middle of an airfield.

As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned around and she had vanished.

Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the guy in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on the airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit replied that no one should be on the airfield at all.

My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out back to the squadron shortly after, and let us know what happened.

In the war between the states, the North and South met up twice in what is known as the battles of Bull Run. June 1861 and again in August 1862. Around 24,000 men died in those two conflicts. I think some of them still think it's still going on.

In April 1964 me and two of my friends went camping up on a wooded area of the park. My oldest sister owned a house not more then a 1/2 mile from the park. It was Easter break from school and we had four days of camping and hiking to do. She picked us up and took us back to her house. We told her about where we were headed and off we went. We went about a mile or so and found the spot we wanted for the night. It was up on a small rolling hill and had a wonderful view of the area.

We set up the tent and got the campfire going. After we cooked our food it started to rain so in the tent we headed. As a bunch of 12 year old boys would do we started talking about the girls at school and what ever else 12 year olds talked about. Not once did the subject of ghost come up. We all started to dose off when we heard what sounded like Jug band music. By this I mean someone blowing on a jug and playing a harmonica. I had never heard the tune they were playing but it was foot tapping. You could hear men talking and clapping along with the music.

We at first thought some other group of people had camped close to us. We got out of the tent and could see a campfire down the hill from us about 100 or so feet. There seem to be about 10 or more people that we could see around the campfire. They were glowing blue in color. That might have been from the flames of the fire. You could see what looked like rifles, some had crossed in their arms. As we were looking down the hill everything went dark. There was no campfire or music or people in blue.

I think we all felt fear at the same time. We started running as fast and hard as we could. We took nothing with us. We ran the wrong way hitting trees and each other and when we did get back to my sisters house we all were shaking in her hallway next to her bedroom.

After the sun came up we went to get our stuff. We decided to go down the hill to see about the campfire and people we had seen just hours before. The underbrush was too much to have had a camp there and we could not find any traces of a campfire.

We stayed at my sisters house the rest of the time, and went hiking only. No more camping for that trip.

I had never been so frightened in my life, but could not have asked for a better camping trip. What an adventure that was.

I have not seen my friends in twenty or more years as we all went different ways and I no longer live in Virginia but the last time I saw one of them was around 1986, the camping trip was brought up and relived once again.

I still wonder if they were Northern or Southern troops and if they were reliving a happy night before their last battle.

Whatever it was, it sure got me thinking about ghosts and wanting to find out more.

Ball’s Bluff Battlefield Regional Park and National Cemetery is a 223-acre park that contains a Civil War battlefield and the third-smallest U.S. National Cemetery. The 1861 Battle of Ball’s Bluff took place here, and 54 soldiers are buried in the cemetery. The park, which offers tours and over 7 miles of walking trails, is said to be haunted by some of the many who lost their lives here.

MCAS Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I recall
> one night when one of our guys had an encounter
> with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had taken
> one of the Harriers out for a compass calibration.
> The calibration site is located pretty much in the
> center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at night
> it is pretty dark and isolated.
>
> My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out was
> sitting in the "tug" waiting for the calibration
> to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady (Kissy)
> was standing next to the open window of the tug.
>
> She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
>
> Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need any
> help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in her
> night gown was standing in the middle of an
> airfield.
>
> As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned
> around and she had vanished.
>
> Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the guy
> in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on the
> airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit replied
> that no one should be on the airfield at all.
>
> My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out back
> to the squadron shortly after, and let us know
> what happened.

Hmmmm....Two guys I worked with also tried to find the grave site of Kissy. Its rumored that in the back roads area of the base by the NBC site, you can find her grave in the small worn down graveyard.

I don`t know if her grave is actually out there, but the rumor is, one of the headstones is hers.

Anyway, they drove out at like 2 in the morning (we were all night crew guys), and got about 50 feet from the graveyard when the car died. After trying to start the car several times with no success, they tried to contact someone by cell phone. They found their phones had no cell reception.

Well they very quickly hoofed it out of there. They were pretty freaked out, but decided to go back and get the car back. They got another guy to drive them out so they could try and jump the car. Well the car still wouldn`t start when they got back out there.

They left with plans to try and retrieve the car the next day, when it wasn`t so dark.

Well the next day, the car started first crank with no jump... Take it for what it is, try it if you like, but I always say never tempt fate.

A few months ago we had a little old lady who was in her 90s. She had dementia but was always able to recognize her family members. Sometimes she knew she was in the hospital and sometimes she didn't. Her dementia always got much worse at night.

She had an older son who lived with her and took care of her at home. He came to visit everyday. Well the day before her planned discharge her son called up to the hospital. I spoke with him and he told me he had a cold and wasn't going to come up to the hospital to see his mom today. He told me to tell her that he loved her and that he would see her soon. I told the patient this and she was quite upset. She was always tearful in the evenings and she cried when I told her he wasn't coming. I work days so I left at 7.

The next morning the night nurse told me she cried all night and kept talking about the house being on fire. Of course they tried to calm her down but couldn't. When I went in to assess her that morning her eyes were blood shot and she looked awful. She turned to me and asked, "Did that boy die in the fire? If he did please just tell me, I need to know." I calmly reminded her that she was in the hospital and that there hasn't been a fire.

Later that morning her other family members were at the nurses station and wanted to talk to me. They told me that the patient wasn't going to be able to be discharged home today because there wasn't any one to take care of her. They told me that her oldest son was cooking the night before and the house caught fire. Her son was airlifted to the closest burn center and his prognosis was extremely poor. They asked me not to tell the patient anything about the fire. I explained to them how she had been acting and the things she had said to me. They were shocked but decided to still not tell her.

I'm not sure if they ever told her b/c I was off the next day, and I'm not sure if her son died or not. But the patient ended up having to go to a nursing home....

Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > remember hearing about this incident.
> >
> > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows
> > about this apparition. She is not as benign as
> the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
> > Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so
> I
> > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> > simply described as female caucasian, well
> under
> > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind
> her
> > head. Several reports cited her as wearing a
> blue
> > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> summer
> > temperatures.
> > The reports included conclusions regarding Line
> of
> > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> > active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured
> > on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They
> > included information about Military Police
> > searches of the immediate areas following each
> > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> several
> > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > intercom conversations among aircrew when they
> saw
> > her (and she was seen by several witnesses in
> the
> > same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> > apparently never been seen from the Air Control
> > tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn
> > aircraft and tower have been included in some
> of
> > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you
> > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> killer,
> > not to be forgiven.
> > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> "Marine"
> > is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth,
> > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's
> a
> > very large difference btwn the two.
>
> Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
> unts-cherry-point.aspx
>
> MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. -- A
> popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point is
> the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was buried
> here with her two children long before the air
> station existed. Some believe they now haunt the
> air station.
>
> According to the most popular story, early in the
> construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make
> room for the project. The legend states that she
> was separated from her children in the process and
> she is now said to be forever searching for them.
>
> Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up to
> start his day and headed to work like he had been
> doing every day since he started his job in the
> Resident Officer in Charge of Construction Office
> in 1984.
>
> Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and his
> coworkers were replacing the center mat of the
> flight line, the intersection where the four
> runways meet, when they heard something eerie and
> out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
>
> “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> playground which was the oddest thing,” said
> Styron. “We brushed it off at first because we
> thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing this
> early on a flight line?’”
>
> Styron said he dismissed the laughter and forgot
> about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> never thinking twice about it, until he read a
> blog online that made the hair on the back of his
> neck stand up.
>
> “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts the
> flight line and when she is around you can hear
> children playing or laughing. I had never even
> heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked me
> back.”
>
> But did Styron really experience a visit from
> Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was the
> laughter he heard that of her children, who are
> rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their mother,
> Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
>
> Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says
> that the Sykes’ were among three families the
> air station purchased land from prior to its
> completion.
>
> “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all
> families the air station purchased land from, so
> the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for quite
> some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her
> gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> at.”
>
> Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the
> air station. She is said to roam the flight line,
> housing areas and other parts of the air station
> searching for her children.
>
> “A few years ago we had reports from Marines at
> Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were pretty
> shaken up after they said something jumped on
> their truck that resembled a woman,” said Lehew.
> “The fact that these were grown Marines who were
> terrified makes me believe it was her.”
>
> Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who
> work night shifts.
>
> Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at ARFF
> and claims to have experienced a visit from Sykes
> in September of this year when the trucks started
> turning themselves on.
>
> “Me and a few other Marines were out near the
> flight line during our shift when the trucks
> started turning on and the doors started opening
> by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> check it out and when we turned them off, others
> started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
>
> Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes after
> hearing stories about her prior to his
> experience.
>
> “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman walk
> across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The
> one that really freaked me out was the story about
> the lance corporal who was admitted into a mental
> institution after they found him curled in a ball
> by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her kids.”
>
>
> Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air
> station as one of its most famous urban legends.
>
> “Cherry Point has a lot of history and continues
> to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes is
> pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
>
> Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber
> at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during
> the construction of the flight line. (Photo by
> Pfc. Victor Arriaga)

I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I really want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help me?

where is the grave??? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > > remember hearing about this incident.
> > >
> > > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point
> knows
> > > about this apparition. She is not as benign
> as
> > the
> > > story states. There are several documented
> air
> > > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > > appearance on active runways, especially
> during
> > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> directly
> > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > before
> > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> too
> > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> quite
> > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > > lives. I have personally read several
> accident
> > > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> > this
> > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > > descriptive details about her are
> frighteningly
> > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> be
> > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > don't
> > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > doesn't
> > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> has
> > > probably earned herself many, many names over
> > the
> > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > > costly aircraft.
> > > Her age was not fixed in the reports I read,
> so
> > I
> > > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> > > simply described as female caucasian, well
> > under
> > > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind
> > her
> > > head. Several reports cited her as wearing a
> > blue
> > > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> > summer
> > > temperatures.
> > > The reports included conclusions regarding
> Line
> > of
> > > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> > > active duty Marine is killed or gravely
> injured
> > > on-duty, not as a result of combat action.
> They
> > > included information about Military Police
> > > searches of the immediate areas following
> each
> > > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> > several
> > > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > > intercom conversations among aircrew when
> they
> > saw
> > > her (and she was seen by several witnesses in
> > the
> > > same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> > > apparently never been seen from the Air
> Control
> > > tower, altho taped emergency conversations
> btwn
> > > aircraft and tower have been included in some
> > of
> > > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else
> you
> > > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> > killer,
> > > not to be forgiven.
> > > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> > "Marine"
> > > is spelled with a capital "M". And
> henceforth,
> > > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'.
> There's
> > a
> > > very large difference btwn the two.
> >
> > Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> >
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
>
> >
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
>
> > unts-cherry-point.aspx
> >
> > MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. --
> A
> > popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point
> is
> > the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was
> buried
> > here with her two children long before the air
> > station existed. Some believe they now haunt
> the
> > air station.
> >
> > According to the most popular story, early in
> the
> > construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> > Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make
> > room for the project. The legend states that
> she
> > was separated from her children in the process
> and
> > she is now said to be forever searching for
> them.
> >
> > Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up
> to
> > start his day and headed to work like he had
> been
> > doing every day since he started his job in the
> > Resident Officer in Charge of Construction
> Office
> > in 1984.
> >
> > Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and
> his
> > coworkers were replacing the center mat of the
> > flight line, the intersection where the four
> > runways meet, when they heard something eerie
> and
> > out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
>
> >
> > “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> > playground which was the oddest thing,” said
> > Styron. “We brushed it off at first because
> we
> > thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing
> this
> > early on a flight line?’”
> >
> > Styron said he dismissed the laughter and
> forgot
> > about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> > never thinking twice about it, until he read a
> > blog online that made the hair on the back of
> his
> > neck stand up.
> >
> > “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> > Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts
> the
> > flight line and when she is around you can hear
> > children playing or laughing. I had never even
> > heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked
> me
> > back.”
> >
> > But did Styron really experience a visit from
> > Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was
> the
> > laughter he heard that of her children, who are
> > rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their
> mother,
> > Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
> >
> > Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says
> > that the Sykes’ were among three families the
> > air station purchased land from prior to its
> > completion.
> >
> > “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all
> > families the air station purchased land from,
> so
> > the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for
> quite
> > some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her
> > gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> > at.”
> >
> > Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> > Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> > graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the
> > air station. She is said to roam the flight
> line,
> > housing areas and other parts of the air
> station
> > searching for her children.
> >
> > “A few years ago we had reports from Marines
> at
> > Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were
> pretty
> > shaken up after they said something jumped on
> > their truck that resembled a woman,” said
> Lehew.
> > “The fact that these were grown Marines who
> were
> > terrified makes me believe it was her.”
> >
> > Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> > unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who
> > work night shifts.
> >
> > Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at
> ARFF
> > and claims to have experienced a visit from
> Sykes
> > in September of this year when the trucks
> started
> > turning themselves on.
> >
> > “Me and a few other Marines were out near the
> > flight line during our shift when the trucks
> > started turning on and the doors started
> opening
> > by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> > check it out and when we turned them off,
> others
> > started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
>
> >
> > Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes
> after
> > hearing stories about her prior to his
> > experience.
> >
> > “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> > pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman
> walk
> > across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The
> > one that really freaked me out was the story
> about
> > the lance corporal who was admitted into a
> mental
> > institution after they found him curled in a
> ball
> > by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her
> kids.”
> >
> >
> > Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air
> > station as one of its most famous urban legends.
>
> >
> > “Cherry Point has a lot of history and
> continues
> > to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes
> is
> > pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
> >
> > Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas
> chamber
> > at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during
> > the construction of the flight line. (Photo by
> > Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
>
> I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I really
> want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help me?

Me and my husband have been to the graveyard ourselves. And it is a pretty spooky place. You feel as if you are being watched. We haven't seen anything though. We noticed only two stones at the time, but a old neighbor of ours reported three stones. Then when he went back,there were only two. He felt that is was really creepy and weird. I have also heard the stories of a house that used to be on Catawba, but the house is no longer there. The reports are that PMO gets strange phone calls from the house and you can here screaming from children in the background and a woman crying a yelling telling them that she is needing help. Well when they go to the house there is no house to be found. Me a my husband we thinking if that is linked to Kissy Sikes. I guess we will never know.

kissy's grave is beside the 5-right runway. you get there from access road. there is a small path blocked off by a pmo barrier, you can walk to it. i work for pmo, feel free to walk the path. nothing will happen. we scare "new guys" taking them down there at night. there are also some graves off of nbc road, you get there from cunningham blvd. it's the dirt road to your left by the pet warden shac, nothing happens there like "my car died and wouldn't start." we go there all the time. i have a picture of myself eating a mcdonald's cheeseburger laying on a grave (the one framed in by bricks). nothing happens!!! pmo can't just turn in our badges either, idiots! we are military just like anyone else. that's like saying an admin clerk turned in his keyboard, you're an idiot if you believe we can do that. no mysterious phone calls from any houses either. it IS fun to go out and THINK something might happen, i enjoy the thrill of being scared, too. but the truth is that none of this stuff happens. as far as the kid sitting in the guard shack "she wants her kids, she wants her kids," bogus, there are no reports of any of this. pmo uses a system to keep record of incidents they respond to, it's called CLEOC. law enforcement uses it all well, there is no such incident that exists. something like this would HAVE to go in the system. there are also graves at sunset park. that's the park at the end of the flightline. you can't go there at night (unless you're an MP... tee hee), but that place is awesome at night. there are probably around twenty graves or so here.

Semper Fi couple Wrote:
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> where is the grave??? Wrote:
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> > Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
> >
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>
> > -----
> > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > >
> >
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>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > > > remember hearing about this incident.
> > > >
> > > > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point
> > knows
> > > > about this apparition. She is not as benign
> > as
> > > the
> > > > story states. There are several documented
> > air
> > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> unexplained
> > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > during
> > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > directly
> > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > before
> > > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> > too
> > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > quite
> > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> some
> > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > accident
> > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> involving
> > > this
> > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> the
> > > > descriptive details about her are
> > frighteningly
> > > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> > be
> > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > > don't
> > > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > > doesn't
> > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> > has
> > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> over
> > > the
> > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> several
> > > > costly aircraft.
> > > > Her age was not fixed in the reports I
> read,
> > so
> > > I
> > > > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She
> was
> > > > simply described as female caucasian, well
> > > under
> > > > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun
> behind
> > > her
> > > > head. Several reports cited her as wearing
> a
> > > blue
> > > > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> > > summer
> > > > temperatures.
> > > > The reports included conclusions regarding
> > Line
> > > of
> > > > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time
> an
> > > > active duty Marine is killed or gravely
> > injured
> > > > on-duty, not as a result of combat action.
> > They
> > > > included information about Military Police
> > > > searches of the immediate areas following
> > each
> > > > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> > > several
> > > > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > > > intercom conversations among aircrew when
> > they
> > > saw
> > > > her (and she was seen by several witnesses
> in
> > > the
> > > > same aircraft before the accidents). She
> has
> > > > apparently never been seen from the Air
> > Control
> > > > tower, altho taped emergency conversations
> > btwn
> > > > aircraft and tower have been included in
> some
> > > of
> > > > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else
> > you
> > > > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> > > killer,
> > > > not to be forgiven.
> > > > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> > > "Marine"
> > > > is spelled with a capital "M". And
> > henceforth,
> > > > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'.
> > There's
> > > a
> > > > very large difference btwn the two.
> > >
> > > Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> > >
> >
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
>
> >
> > >
> >
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
>
> >
> > > unts-cherry-point.aspx
> > >
> > > MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C.
> --
> > A
> > > popular legend among personnel at Cherry
> Point
> > is
> > > the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was
> > buried
> > > here with her two children long before the
> air
> > > station existed. Some believe they now haunt
> > the
> > > air station.
> > >
> > > According to the most popular story, early in
> > the
> > > construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> > > Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to
> make
> > > room for the project. The legend states that
> > she
> > > was separated from her children in the
> process
> > and
> > > she is now said to be forever searching for
> > them.
> > >
> > > Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke
> up
> > to
> > > start his day and headed to work like he had
> > been
> > > doing every day since he started his job in
> the
> > > Resident Officer in Charge of Construction
> > Office
> > > in 1984.
> > >
> > > Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and
> > his
> > > coworkers were replacing the center mat of
> the
> > > flight line, the intersection where the four
> > > runways meet, when they heard something eerie
> > and
> > > out of place, something that couldn’t be
> real.
> >
> > >
> > > “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> > > playground which was the oddest thing,”
> said
> > > Styron. “We brushed it off at first because
> > we
> > > thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing
> > this
> > > early on a flight line?’”
> > >
> > > Styron said he dismissed the laughter and
> > forgot
> > > about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> > > never thinking twice about it, until he read
> a
> > > blog online that made the hair on the back of
> > his
> > > neck stand up.
> > >
> > > “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> > > Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts
> > the
> > > flight line and when she is around you can
> hear
> > > children playing or laughing. I had never
> even
> > > heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it
> knocked
> > me
> > > back.”
> > >
> > > But did Styron really experience a visit from
> > > Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or
> was
> > the
> > > laughter he heard that of her children, who
> are
> > > rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their
> > mother,
> > > Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
> > >
> > > Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian,
> says
> > > that the Sykes’ were among three families
> the
> > > air station purchased land from prior to its
> > > completion.
> > >
> > > “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were
> all
> > > families the air station purchased land from,
> > so
> > > the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for
> > quite
> > > some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to
> her
> > > gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> > > at.”
> > >
> > > Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> > > Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> > > graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard
> the
> > > air station. She is said to roam the flight
> > line,
> > > housing areas and other parts of the air
> > station
> > > searching for her children.
> > >
> > > “A few years ago we had reports from
> Marines
> > at
> > > Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were
> > pretty
> > > shaken up after they said something jumped on
> > > their truck that resembled a woman,” said
> > Lehew.
> > > “The fact that these were grown Marines who
> > were
> > > terrified makes me believe it was her.”
> > >
> > > Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> > > unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF
> who
> > > work night shifts.
> > >
> > > Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at
> > ARFF
> > > and claims to have experienced a visit from
> > Sykes
> > > in September of this year when the trucks
> > started
> > > turning themselves on.
> > >
> > > “Me and a few other Marines were out near
> the
> > > flight line during our shift when the trucks
> > > started turning on and the doors started
> > opening
> > > by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> > > check it out and when we turned them off,
> > others
> > > started turning on. It really freaked us
> out.”
> >
> > >
> > > Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes
> > after
> > > hearing stories about her prior to his
> > > experience.
> > >
> > > “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> > > pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman
> > walk
> > > across the flight line,” said Mefford.
> “The
> > > one that really freaked me out was the story
> > about
> > > the lance corporal who was admitted into a
> > mental
> > > institution after they found him curled in a
> > ball
> > > by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her
> > kids.”
> > >
> > >
> > > Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the
> air
> > > station as one of its most famous urban
> legends.
> >
> > >
> > > “Cherry Point has a lot of history and
> > continues
> > > to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of
> Sykes
> > is
> > > pretty freaky because we just don’t
> know.”
> > >
> > > Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas
> > chamber
> > > at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated
> during
> > > the construction of the flight line. (Photo
> by
> > > Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
> >
> > I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I really
> > want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help me?
>
> Me and my husband have been to the graveyard
> ourselves. And it is a pretty spooky place. You
> feel as if you are being watched. We haven't seen
> anything though. We noticed only two stones at the
> time, but a old neighbor of ours reported three
> stones. Then when he went back,there were only
> two. He felt that is was really creepy and weird.
> I have also heard the stories of a house that used
> to be on Catawba, but the house is no longer
> there. The reports are that PMO gets strange phone
> calls from the house and you can here screaming
> from children in the background and a woman crying
> a yelling telling them that she is needing help.
> Well when they go to the house there is no house
> to be found. Me a my husband we thinking if that
> is linked to Kissy Sikes. I guess we will never
> know.

Where are the childrens graves located? I am doing a cemetery survey as part of the Historical Program on base. If any one knows where any grave sites are located you can find me in Room 159 of the Training and Education building (4335). Ask for Daniel Murphy.

My friend's brother was in a bad car accident in the middle of the night, and was brought to the hospital I work at. My friend came to the hospital, leaving her husband and two small children at home. She didn't say anything to her children about what had happened, and didn't wake them up either, as she thought it would be best to wait.Anyway, despite the efforts from the medical team, her brother did not survive the trauma and died a few hours later. When my friend got home from the hospital, exhausted from her night and in shock from what happened, she was greeted by her very sleepy 6yr old daughter, who heard her keys in the front door. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and said "mommy where is uncle Timmy?", my friend, not expecting this from her daughter, only answered "what sweetie?", her daughter said " uncle Timmy was in my room and told me to always where my seat belt, and that he loves me, but mommy where did he go? is he having breakfast with us?" My friend was in such disbelief she didn't know how to respond and just told her daughter that uncle Timmy had to go. Its amazing what messages spirits can leave behind and how they can still get through to us after they have passed.

A past friend of mine told me this story, not really ghostly, but still weird...

My friend was a twin & studying nursing with me. Her other twin had gone away to Sydney for work or study or something.

My friend was studying at home one night, when she felt an awful, searing pain in her side. This went on and on, so her mum took her to the hospital. Tests, scans were done but nothing showed up, & eventually the pain subsided. The Dr said it may be a grumbling appendix, & to return if the pain got worse.
Anyway, my friend got a phone call later from an acquaintance in Sydney who knew her family. She told my friend that they were at the hospital with her sister - who had been admitted with appendicitis which had to be removed!
My friend felt twin sympathy pains and yet she was thousands of kilometers away. She found out later that the time her sister was having her appendix removed, was the time she had the most awful pain!

ya go 2 the first light u cm 2 turn r and again da first r go down that st. ull cm 2 a back gate jus b 4 it go l on da dirt rd. go all the way down it on the left. their r 2 other grave yards down that rd in da woods.... if u cant find it u cn call. 252-622-8494... this is femaleparanormal us girls go out thier and the other g yards on base.

mcas cherry point Wrote:
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> > Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I
> recall
> > one night when one of our guys had an encounter
> > with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had
> taken
> > one of the Harriers out for a compass
> calibration.
> > The calibration site is located pretty much in
> the
> > center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at
> night
> > it is pretty dark and isolated.
> >
> > My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out
> was
> > sitting in the "tug" waiting for the
> calibration
> > to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady
> (Kissy)
> > was standing next to the open window of the tug.
>
> >
> > She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
> >
> > Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need any
> > help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in her
> > night gown was standing in the middle of an
> > airfield.
> >
> > As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned
> > around and she had vanished.
> >
> > Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the
> guy
> > in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on the
> > airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit
> replied
> > that no one should be on the airfield at all.
> >
> > My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out
> back
> > to the squadron shortly after, and let us know
> > what happened.
>
>
> Hmmmm....Two guys I worked with also tried to find
> the grave site of Kissy. Its rumored that in the
> back roads area of the base by the NBC site, you
> can find her grave in the small worn down
> graveyard.
>
> I don`t know if her grave is actually out there,
> but the rumor is, one of the headstones is hers.
>
> Anyway, they drove out at like 2 in the morning
> (we were all night crew guys), and got about 50
> feet from the graveyard when the car died. After
> trying to start the car several times with no
> success, they tried to contact someone by cell
> phone. They found their phones had no cell
> reception.
>
> Well they very quickly hoofed it out of there.
> They were pretty freaked out, but decided to go
> back and get the car back. They got another guy to
> drive them out so they could try and jump the car.
> Well the car still wouldn`t start when they got
> back out there.
>
> They left with plans to try and retrieve the car
> the next day, when it wasn`t so dark.
>
> Well the next day, the car started first crank
> with no jump... Take it for what it is, try it if
> you like, but I always say never tempt fate.

I am currently based at Cherry Point and know that Unsolved Mysteries has done a show on Kissy, if any one wants more info. Rumor has it that the grave yard got split in half when the base expanded it's run ways. Kissy stayed next to NBC and her children got moved to a new location on base. Thats why she is always looking for them. PMO has turned in badges and pilots have turned in wings.

My youngest son was just a baby and it was the middle of the night, I was going across the hall to his room to nurse him. I saw a little boy standing at the other end of the hallway. At first I thought it was my older son (3 years old at the time), but when I turned back he was gone.

I didn't mention it to anyone figuring it was my sleep deprived state making me see things. Shortly after my older son started complaining about the little boy in his room that kept waking him up and teasing him. I asked how big the boy was and he said the same size as him. So I told him next time the boy did it to just tell him he needed to leave him alone because it was time for bed. My son told me the next time the boy did it that he told him to go it was time for bed and the boy did.

Fast forward 3 years later my then baby now three year old was in the room my older son used to sleep in. He complained one day of the little boy that was in his room at night.... I gave him the same advise I gave to my older son. I asked my older son about this figuring he told his brother, but he had no memory of this happening.

Not too long ago my older son was complaining about people talking to him while he was going to sleep every night, they were saying his name and whatnot. We thought maybe it was noise from outside or something and he insisted that no it was right in his room. When he went to school that day and I said "I don't know who is bothering my son, you are welcome to be here but you need to leave my children and us alone. If you keep bothering him you will have to leave" I asked him a few days later if it was still going on and he said no it stopped. About 6 months later complained again about this happening and I went in his room and reminded the voices about what I said, again it stopped.

My husband and I have seen a black shadow in the shape of a large man in the house. My husband has told me he frequently hears me calling his name when it's not me... which creeps me out totally.

We are only the 2nd owners of our home and the previous owners are alive and well, but a former pt actually told me he used to graze cattle in the area where our neighborhood is, so I'm guessing there were maybe deaths on the land?

Okay, true story. I have always been "sensitive" to paranormal stuff - it's been happening all my life. My earliest memory is hearing the phone ringing and ringing while we were eating dinner - and I said "Is anyone going to get the phone!" It was then that it rang, I heard it before it actually started. Apparently this kind of thing happened often, with the phone, door bell, knowing who was coming to visit before my parents, etc... eventually it freaked my mother out and she said "just STOP IT! I can't take this anymore!" So I eventually just "stopped" - but nevertheless, almost every house I've ever lived in was haunted - my daughter who is 27 is a "sensitive" too, as she has a ghost that "follows" her around to which ever apartment she is in. It's a shadow ghost. Anyway...

One night I got up to go to the bathroom, (we have 2 night lights in the hallway), as I came out of the bedroom, I nearly collided with a 7 foot black/grey figure - who had the vague outline of a head and shoulders but the rest of him just sort of expanded in a blob sort of way. He had substance because he blocked the nightlight he was next to. I whirled sideways to avoid colliding with it, and when I turned around, it was gone. This really spooked me. I'm use to living with my friendly ghost, Mary, but never a black/grey blob that gave me the feeling of evil and dread.

I called TAPS (Ghost hunters), spoke with Grant - and they sent a team to investigate my house. I told them "no TV". We got some great voices on tape, footsteps, but no sign of my blob thing.

That was 4 years ago, and I never saw it again. Just our friendly ghost remains, and I don't mind sharing my house with her, so long as she doesn't rap on walls (she's done that before), or touch me (that too) then I'm good. I feel her sit on my bed at night, I've long since stopped looking to see whose there, as I never see her, but she gets up after a few minutes and goes on her way. Guess that's my story. I could give you lots of details, but not sure you would be interested.

The day we moved in, I saw Mary for the first time. Basically, what I saw was 1/2 of a lace gown walking across my foyer from the front door to the stairs. (we live in a 110 y/o home, my foyer is so large it is a room unto itself) I didn't see her face, or legs, just the dress that I could see through. This was broad daylight - I wasn't scared, but I was curious. The kids started complaining to myself and my husband that "Josh took my truck" or "Sara took my door stop" - the kids would search and search and eventually find the object in a place where they first looked. One night all the kids were in one bedroom watching TV - when the framed picture above the bed somehow fell by the food of the bed onto the floor - this really spooked the kids, because they knew that could never happen without some kind of "help". I lightly said, "perhaps we have a friendly ghost who wants us to know they are here" then told them not to worry about it, that it would probably stop once the ghost got use to us in their house. The kids were really excited after that, "I live in a haunted house" - surprisingly, they weren't afraid.

I saw her several times after that, always walking from the front door to the stairs. One day my hubby and his partner, Kathy, came by for lunch. I mentioned to Kathy that I "think" the house is haunted. She said "I knew it was haunted from the first time you showed it to me" I said, "How did you know?" She said, I saw her dress moving across that room (pointing to the foyer) once directly on, another time in the reflection of the TV. Kathy was "sensitive" too. I then told her, that all I see is the dress too. That was when I named her "Mary" - because she "felt" like a Mary.

When 9/11 happened, Mary noisily made her presence known (we bought the house in June 2000). We were all so sad and crying - we began hearing raps on the walls, three at a time. Even the dogs heard it. We were all in the same room watching the TV coverage. Some of us heard the raps from above the TV, others heard the raps across the room above the couch. This went on for some time - and the kids were getting upset - so I said out loud "Mary, that is enough! We are all very upset, and your rapping is making it worse - no more raps!" There were no more after that until my mother died. (another post)

I've come to believe that Mary "raps" to let us know she feels our pain. She always stops when asked to.

One day I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I noticed my dogs were "staring" at me for the longest time. I began looking at them, it was then I realized they weren't looking at me, but above and behind me (the foyer area) I then noticed the cat was sitting on the other end of the couch looking at the same area the two dogs were. The hair rose on the back of my neck - and I talked myself into being brave enough to turn around and see what was there, my heart in my throat, I whipped my head around and saw....nothing. When I turned back, the cat was gone and the dogs were laying down. But, the three of them had been looking at something for quite a while! Wish they could talk.

kissy's grave is beside the 5-right runway. you get there from access road. there is a small path blocked off by a pmo barrier, you can walk to it. i work for pmo, feel free to walk the path. nothing will happen. we scare "new guys" taking them down there at night. there are also some graves off of nbc road, you get there from cunningham blvd. it's the dirt road to your left by the pet warden shac, nothing happens there like "my car died and wouldn't start." we go there all the time. i have a picture of myself eating a mcdonald's cheeseburger laying on a grave (the one framed in by bricks). nothing happens!!! pmo can't just turn in our badges either, idiots! we are military just like anyone else. that's like saying an admin clerk turned in his keyboard, you're an idiot if you believe we can do that. no mysterious phone calls from any houses either. it IS fun to go out and THINK something might happen, i enjoy the thrill of being scared, too. but the truth is that none of this stuff happens. as far as the kid sitting in the guard shack "she wants her kids, she wants her kids," bogus, there are no reports of any of this. pmo uses a system to keep record of incidents they respond to, it's called CLEOC. law enforcement uses it all well, there is no such incident that exists. something like this would HAVE to go in the system. there are also graves at sunset park. that's the park at the end of the flightline. you can't go there at night (unless you're an MP... tee hee), but that place is awesome at night. there are probably around twenty graves or so here.

Not a Fairfax story but i'm sure you paranormal lovers won't mind if I post it anyways

Ok so this was told to me by a close friend. We're all uni students and this particular friend does not lie. Plus it's about a house just around the corner from our place -

So my friend's fiance and 3 other friends moved into a brand new 4 bedroom flat. From the very first night they moved in they would hear someone running in the hallway banging on everyone's doors (typical of guys), this would happen when the guys would be in bed. Everyone would be in bed but they would all think that one of the other guys was doing it.

Finally after a week they all had enough and confronted each other about the racket every night. All 4 of them denied it. By now they were all spooked. So that night after they all went to bed, they hear the same thing again - somebody running past their bedrooms and banging on the doors. This time they were really ******* themselves. They heard really loud bangs like heavy stuff being thrown around. They all jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room -

They found all their furniture upside down.... AND, the walls in the living room had been CLAWED. Like really deep huge claws.

THEN as they were standing there thinking what in Gods name happened they saw black footprints appearing on the ceiling coming towards them!!

They took off from the house and rang the landlord trying to tell him that they cant stay there anymore. The landlord comes over and says - well, you guys lasted the longest. The other tenants dont even last one night.

My Mum had gone to bed one night - she is an early riser so goes to bed early. Well she always used to say that she had this Chinese lady whom she would see when she just woke up for no particular reason (ie: didn't need the loo or anything), and she'd just sit quietly on the end of the bed. My Mum just knew this lady would be there & she'd wake up when she appeared. The apparition was always wearing a traditional Chinese, beautifully embroidered gown, a spike with silvery decorations in her black hair, all piled up on top of her head. My Mum would say hi, then the lady would just fade away. My Mum said she used to see her all the time. She never knew any Chinese people or had encountered any really up until that time. My Dad never saw this lady.
Another story she told me was truly terrifying. My Mum was restless, semi-sleeping one night and my Dad was asleep beside her. Well, Mum woke up suddenly and she looked down the bed....and there crawling UP the bed was a severed, bloody, black hand!! My Mum was adamant she was NOT dreaming. She tried to scream & wake up my Dad next to her, but she was paralysed with fear. This hand kept crawling up the bed, slowly towards her. My Mum said she has never felt such terror in her life. She was sweating like mad, her heart was hammering and she was desperate to move, but couldn't and all the time this hand just kept crawling up the bed, slowly getting closer to her. She told me she could FEEL it's fingrers digging into her as it gripped the bed clothes to get up the bed. She thinks she must have passed out, because the next day there as no evidence of a bloody hand being there and my Dad heard nothing.
To this day, my Mum still believes that hand was real, and nothing can convince her otherwise.

My Mum always used to see a black apparition either in the hall way as well, or in the kitchen, which would vanish and no-one else would ever see it.

My MIL had been good friends with this woman, Georgia, all of her life. Her own mother was Georgia's best friend in childhood, which made Georgia something of a second mother-figure to my MIL. Georgia had no children of her own because of a tumor in her youth, so she had basically adopted my MIL and my MIL's brothers and sisters as her own and spoiled them rotten. She had even gone as far as leaving her house to our family in her will and making my MIL her primary in the last 10 years of her life (she lived to be 96).

Georgia was sharp as a tack up until her death and never lost any of her mental abilities. One of her hardest struggles though, because of this, was dealing with the loss of her body functions and the loss of dignity she felt, having us assume more and more responsibility for her ADLs. She decided to die at home and we all took shifts being with her and doing her care in the final 6 months.

In her last month, she began seeing a very tall man dressed in white in her bedroom. If we were staying with her at night, she'd suddenly give a shout and we'd wake up and come in. She'd be shouting "You get out of here! Stop bothering me! I can't do it!" and there would never be anyone there. She'd be upset and would always want to know why we let this tall stranger into her room in the middle of the night, completely irritated with us. We always slept in her living room, which one would have to walk through to get to her room, and never saw this man. He would come to her and tell her to get up and walk to him, but she had lost function of her legs and would yell at him that she couldn't do it, that she wasn't strong enough.

He came to visit her 4-5 times before her death.

The day she died, one of my friends was there for the few hours I was out running errands for my family. My friend was snoozing on the couch because Georgia had been in a coma for three days and was in the quiet, last stage. My friend said that suddenly, she had been jerked awake like someone was warning her, shaking her by the shoulder. She ran into the room to find Georgia taking her last, very quiet breaths. She sang a soft song and Georgia passed on. She was upset later by the experience, not because the death was scary, but because she could not explain who had woken her up to witness Georgia's death.

Georgia had left her house to my family in her will and we moved in for a while after we repainted and renovated it to put it on the market. The most work we did was in the bathroom, putting in all new fixtures. Well, Georgia didn't seem to like to changes because even though we are confident that we put in good work in there, every single new screw has been undone over time and each fixture has fallen apart. Just the other day, the new cupboard door came off in my hand. I had to laugh because it was just so obviously unnatural. At first I thought it was my kids doing it one fixture at a time, but the cupboard had to be unscrewed from the inside and we have childlocks on those so my kids can't get to the chemicals and medicines. I keep apologizing out loud to Georgia for changing her bathroom, but her old fixtures were just not going to be appealing to new homeowners.

littlesleeper Wrote:
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> My MIL had been good friends with this woman,
> Georgia, all of her life. Her own mother was
> Georgia's best friend in childhood, which made
> Georgia something of a second mother-figure to my
> MIL. Georgia had no children of her own because of
> a tumor in her youth, so she had basically adopted
> my MIL and my MIL's brothers and sisters as her
> own and spoiled them rotten. She had even gone as
> far as leaving her house to our family in her will
> and making my MIL her primary in the last 10 years
> of her life (she lived to be 96).
>
> Georgia was sharp as a tack up until her death and
> never lost any of her mental abilities. One of her
> hardest struggles though, because of this, was
> dealing with the loss of her body functions and
> the loss of dignity she felt, having us assume
> more and more responsibility for her ADLs. She
> decided to die at home and we all took shifts
> being with her and doing her care in the final 6
> months.
>
> In her last month, she began seeing a very tall
> man dressed in white in her bedroom. If we were
> staying with her at night, she'd suddenly give a
> shout and we'd wake up and come in. She'd be
> shouting "You get out of here! Stop bothering me!
> I can't do it!" and there would never be anyone
> there. She'd be upset and would always want to
> know why we let this tall stranger into her room
> in the middle of the night, completely irritated
> with us. We always slept in her living room, which
> one would have to walk through to get to her room,
> and never saw this man. He would come to her and
> tell her to get up and walk to him, but she had
> lost function of her legs and would yell at him
> that she couldn't do it, that she wasn't strong
> enough.
>
> He came to visit her 4-5 times before her death.
>
> The day she died, one of my friends was there for
> the few hours I was out running errands for my
> family. My friend was snoozing on the couch
> because Georgia had been in a coma for three days
> and was in the quiet, last stage. My friend said
> that suddenly, she had been jerked awake like
> someone was warning her, shaking her by the
> shoulder. She ran into the room to find Georgia
> taking her last, very quiet breaths. She sang a
> soft song and Georgia passed on. She was upset
> later by the experience, not because the death was
> scary, but because she could not explain who had
> woken her up to witness Georgia's death.
>
> Georgia had left her house to my family in her
> will and we moved in for a while after we
> repainted and renovated it to put it on the
> market. The most work we did was in the bathroom,
> putting in all new fixtures. Well, Georgia didn't
> seem to like to changes because even though we are
> confident that we put in good work in there, every
> single new screw has been undone over time and
> each fixture has fallen apart. Just the other day,
> the new cupboard door came off in my hand. I had
> to laugh because it was just so obviously
> unnatural. At first I thought it was my kids doing
> it one fixture at a time, but the cupboard had to
> be unscrewed from the inside and we have
> childlocks on those so my kids can't get to the
> chemicals and medicines. I keep apologizing out
> loud to Georgia for changing her bathroom, but her
> old fixtures were just not going to be appealing
> to new homeowners.

i actually work as a fueler on cherry point and i have to do work out on the flight line every night pretty late. on one occasion while i was out working i all of a sudden just heard kids laughing and this is 2 in the morning. and everytime it is warm and i am out at pit 3 late at night i feel really uneasy. a bunch of the fuelers have seen her or had encounters with her. she has also been known to be seen out at the cargo plane area also known as the heavy pits.

I work at a paeds hospital and we have a few stories. One is that one of the theatres is haunted by a child. She (or he) grips the hands of staff members in the theatre but they cannot see her, they can only feel a little warm soft hand occasionally holding on to the hand of the surprised staff member. We had a member of staff (no longer employed here) in my department that used to frequent theatres and she could see ghosts (and seemed quite legitimate about it too). She was once in visiting theatres with another member of our department, and saw the girl and actually spoke to her (much to the other staff members astonishment!). Apparently she is a little girl of about 6, dressed in modern clothes and quite confused as to where to go or what to do.

The other story is we have a back corridor in my department that is not used. At night time it is quite dark as there is no external light, and the lights turn off at night anyway because it is rarely used, except when something is required out of the storage closet in that corridor. Everyone absolutely refuses to go down there at night alone because you can just FEEL something is there, and also because the same "psychic" woman above said that there is an elderly matron-type woman who appears to be disgruntled and is pacing that hallway, and also entering the closet, then coming out. Even during the day when I go into the closet I put a box or something in front of the door because closing the door and being in there alone gives me the chills big time.

And one more, the hospital I work at relocated to it's current premises approximately 15 years ago, before that it had a VERY VERY long history in another campus. There was a ghost that haunted the old campus that was in the white wing-uniform associated with the old WW1 nurses. She used to haunt an area of that old hospital after dying of a cardiac arrest during a shift, and was very well respected and loved. She apparently came with the moving of the hospital to the new campus! She is on a specific ward that was associated with the ward she used to work at, and kind of "came with" the nurses that transferred to the new hospital. Apparently patients, parents and nurses alike have seen her.

JG6ue Wrote:
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> mcas cherry point Wrote:
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> > MCAS Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I
> > recall
> > > one night when one of our guys had an
> encounter
> > > with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had
> > taken
> > > one of the Harriers out for a compass
> > calibration.
> > > The calibration site is located pretty much
> in
> > the
> > > center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at
> > night
> > > it is pretty dark and isolated.
> > >
> > > My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out
> > was
> > > sitting in the "tug" waiting for the
> > calibration
> > > to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady
> > (Kissy)
> > > was standing next to the open window of the
> tug.
> >
> > >
> > > She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
> > >
> > > Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need
> any
> > > help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in
> her
> > > night gown was standing in the middle of an
> > > airfield.
> > >
> > > As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned
> > > around and she had vanished.
> > >
> > > Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the
> > guy
> > > in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on
> the
> > > airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit
> > replied
> > > that no one should be on the airfield at all.
> > >
> > > My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out
> > back
> > > to the squadron shortly after, and let us
> know
> > > what happened.
> >
> >
> > Hmmmm....Two guys I worked with also tried to
> find
> > the grave site of Kissy. Its rumored that in
> the
> > back roads area of the base by the NBC site,
> you
> > can find her grave in the small worn down
> > graveyard.
> >
> > I don`t know if her grave is actually out
> there,
> > but the rumor is, one of the headstones is
> hers.
> >
> > Anyway, they drove out at like 2 in the morning
> > (we were all night crew guys), and got about 50
> > feet from the graveyard when the car died.
> After
> > trying to start the car several times with no
> > success, they tried to contact someone by cell
> > phone. They found their phones had no cell
> > reception.
> >
> > Well they very quickly hoofed it out of there.
> > They were pretty freaked out, but decided to go
> > back and get the car back. They got another guy
> to
> > drive them out so they could try and jump the
> car.
> > Well the car still wouldn`t start when they got
> > back out there.
> >
> > They left with plans to try and retrieve the
> car
> > the next day, when it wasn`t so dark.
> >
> > Well the next day, the car started first crank
> > with no jump... Take it for what it is, try it
> if
> > you like, but I always say never tempt fate.
>
> I am currently based at Cherry Point and know that
> Unsolved Mysteries has done a show on Kissy, if
> any one wants more info. Rumor has it that the
> grave yard got split in half when the base
> expanded it's run ways. Kissy stayed next to NBC
> and her children got moved to a new location on
> base. Thats why she is always looking for them.
> PMO has turned in badges and pilots have turned in
> wings.

ive been out tot he flight line and seen a white figure no bullshit in the middle by the aircraft boneyard. we went out further on a warm summer night n it all of a sudden becamse extremely cold... doors started slamming on the old aricraft..i have also been out to the graveyard byu the flight line and have always gotten that feeling in your stomach we have pictures of orbs and a womans face multiple times so idk..it freaks me the fuck out....

Ghosts by nature are strange things.I don't pretend to know everything about ghosts and creepy things that go bump, but there are a few constants that I've learned about haunted places and the things that haunted them. Some exist for revenge, some for love long gone or gone wrong. And some are attached to a particular spot they remember fondly even if what they remember is no longer there.

Such is the case with Miss Mary. A seventy year old woman who appears about once every 6 months to talk to those around her old chicken farm. The only issue is her chicken farm is now gone and has been replaced by Cherry Point Air station, the largest Marine air station on the east coast. Miss Mary means no one any harm and has even been known to talk to people about the weather and her long lost home.Sgt. James Segura was so sure of his encounter with Miss Mary in 1975 that he had himself checked out medically to make sure he wasn't crazy.

Sgt. Segura was on night patrol in November of '75 When a woman approached him from behind some stacked oil drums and began to chitchat with him. She mentioned how nice the weather had been and how she lived on a chicken farm but was going to be forced from her home.

The marine found her quite polite but got an eerie feeling from the woman in a long sleeved dress who'd just walked in to a military base with flood lights and 2 sets of chain linked fence. He knew she was a ghost, and excused himself to get his supervisor. When they returned, she of course, was gone.

All the tests Segura took indicated he was a healthy man mentally and his commanding officer said he believed the soldier had the experience even though he could find no explanation for it.

A sociologist who dealt with ghosts and the unexplained came and interviewed Segura and the other men who claimed to have met Miss Mary. in doing research on the local history he found that the area had once been chicken farms in the area but all the farms had been bought out to make room for the military base. I guess that's why Mary was complaining she was being forced from her home.

As far as I know she still appears to the marines on the station, still making small talk, still scaring the bee jeebus out of the people she talks to.

Every night since I have moved here which was just a few months ago I have been seeing the same little girl outside my window about 50-70 yards away. I live on Burwell Rd. near Manassas Lake. I thought it was just a one time thing but then it started happening every night at around 12 am.

A few of my friends have seen her which is great so I know I'm not going crazy.

My father's ex wife had died and we were at Grandles at the viewing. When we went into the chapel part people were consoling each other as we had a mini service. There was a board there with pictures of her with her family and what not thumb tacked to It. Midway through the service at a mention of her name a picture of her (her favorite I was told later) flew off of the board, and I don't mean dropped, I mean flew. It was absolutely exhilarating just knowing she was there with us!

sgt mac Wrote:
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> 395runner Wrote:
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> > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> >
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>
> > -----
> > >She is not as benign as the
> > > story states. There are several documented
> air
> > > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > > appearance on active runways, especially
> during
> > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> directly
> > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > before
> > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> too
> > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> quite
> > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > > lives. I have personally read several
> accident
> > > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> > this
> > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > > descriptive details about her are
> frighteningly
> > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> be
> > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > don't
> > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > doesn't
> > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> has
> > > probably earned herself many, many names over
> > the
> > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > > costly aircraft.
> >
> > I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> > the Harriers used for STOL practice and where
> they
> > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> lady,
> > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> late
> > afternoons when planes got close.
>
> While stationed at MCAS Cherry Point in the late
> '70s, we had several sentries have a problem w/the
> "Phantom" sneaking up on sentries near the MAWTU,
> and knocking them out. Any leads/scoop
> appreciated.

look some of u dont know what ur talking about u cant just turn ur badge into PMO... and her grave say kissey sikes and the the age she died which was ( i was told ) 49. her grave is in a retricted area and u cant go there without consent. she does like the housing area i can tell u that, she slams r upstairs door to my sons bedroom and she plays tricks like opening doors that were deadbolted shut, and makes big crashing noises and nothing is broke. there is a log on the flightline that has all the sightings of her but good luck seeing it...i have tried to see her grave and get pics but was not aloud so if anyone has anymore info for me please give it up greendexter06@hotmail.com

chuckhoffmann Wrote:
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> Found this article from the October 31, 1990
> Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star.
>
> Original is at
> http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=2_1NAAAAIBAJ&amp;
> sjid=vYsDAAAAIBAJ&pg=7069%2C5846501

There are so many places that are haunted in Northern VA. I absolutely love reading people's stories on here!

Three years ago I saw a creature in the woods behind my old house that looked like the rake. I lived in Centreville. There was woods behind my house. In the day time it looks nice but not so nice at night. That night my husband and I got into an argument and he left to take a walk to cool down. I went after him to talk. I quickly took a flashlight and went out to find him. I ran into him by the park a block away and I told him to go home. As we were walking back I told him let's go through the back door because we had room mates that stayed upstairs. As we were walking through the back trail where the woods were we noticed the sewer lid was opened. We walked our dog all the time during the day and that sewer was forever closed. It was opened that night so we thought hmm that's weird. We kept walking along the path and we hear steps down the hill of the woods. As we look 10 feet down and shine my flashlight I see a very pale almost grey creature arched down. It was bald and very very skinny. All of a sudden my husbands says "wtf is that?" And the creature quickly turns his head to look at us. We saw some big green glowing eyes and I screamed and we both ran up the hill as fast as we could. I've never been so scared. We ran into the house using the front door we didn't care anymore and we were so out of breath. Everyone was asking what happened. I asked my husband "you saw that too right??" We tried to tell out room mate but she thought we were trying to scare her. The next morning we took the dog out and decided to walk by there. The sewer lid was closed. I just thought it was so strange. I didn't know what it was until I started researching and found a video on YouTube of 2 Spanish guys that caught something that looked EXACTLY like what we saw. Has anyone else seen this thing??

TheRake Wrote:
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> Three years ago I saw a creature in the woods
> behind my old house that looked like the rake. I
> lived in Centreville. There was woods behind my
> house. In the day time it looks nice but not so
> nice at night. That night my husband and I got
> into an argument and he left to take a walk to
> cool down. I went after him to talk. I quickly
> took a flashlight and went out to find him. I ran
> into him by the park a block away and I told him
> to go home. As we were walking back I told him
> let's go through the back door because we had room
> mates that stayed upstairs. As we were walking
> through the back trail where the woods were we
> noticed the sewer lid was opened. We walked our
> dog all the time during the day and that sewer was
> forever closed. It was opened that night so we
> thought hmm that's weird. We kept walking along
> the path and we hear steps down the hill of the
> woods. As we look 10 feet down and shine my
> flashlight I see a very pale almost grey creature
> arched down. It was bald and very very skinny. All
> of a sudden my husbands says "wtf is that?" And
> the creature quickly turns his head to look at us.
> We saw some big green glowing eyes and I screamed
> and we both ran up the hill as fast as we could.
> I've never been so scared. We ran into the house
> using the front door we didn't care anymore and we
> were so out of breath. Everyone was asking what
> happened. I asked my husband "you saw that too
> right??" We tried to tell out room mate but she
> thought we were trying to scare her. The next
> morning we took the dog out and decided to walk by
> there. The sewer lid was closed. I just thought it
> was so strange. I didn't know what it was until I
> started researching and found a video on YouTube
> of 2 Spanish guys that caught something that
> looked EXACTLY like what we saw. Has anyone else
> seen this thing??

Thanks for this story. For those who are unfamiliar with who the "Rake" read below...

The Rake is the name of a creature with very little information about it. It is described by original reports as a "naked man, or large hairless dog of some sort," with a body position that seemed "unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something." The Rake's only appearance in video is through EverymanHYBRID, where it is captured in full twice, and is heard at least once.

In relation to Slenderman The Rake is speculated by some to be a Proxy that has, through mutation (perhaps from prolonged exposure to Sigma Radiation), the strange powers Slenderman seems able to give (e.g. The Collective) or perhaps by self mutilation somehow changed overtime into a creature bearing little resemblance to a human being, this would explain why it is able to interact physically with it's surroundings/victims without (unlike other Canon beings) needing the aid of a human being. It could also be speculated from this theory that there is not and/or has not always been one Rake as it even today has been known to operate across several countries and has witness encounters from hundreds of years ago.

The Rake is so named due to its hands, which appear to be very large claws. It is capable of inflicting serious damage to a victim in seconds and is extremely violent. Not only is the Rake dangerous, but also very silent, capable of easily slipping into the sleeping room of a victim without ever alerting them that they are present. The Rake appears to prefer killing its victims when they are completely unaware of its presence, typically while sleeping, and its accepted M.O of killing is goring and lacerating its target to death where they either die of blood loss or dismemberment. The Rake's apparent method of travel is portals, which it can materialize in any unseen location.

The Rake is closely associated with the slender man or skinny man or thin man stories that have been around for hundreds of years. The "Rake" is more of a modern spin on that. "Skinny Man" or "Slender Man" stories are generally associated near Richmond VA. I haven't heard of anything around here lately.
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Beware if you aren't aware of Slender Man please don't look into it. Your life could be in danger. Slender Man has been seen in Richmond recently. If you see him you may have less than a month to live. Slender Man's victims mysteriously disappear without a trace. The only evidence police ever find is various drawings depicting Slender Man. Police in Michigan found 30 Bodies torn limb from limb impaled atop 60 foot tall trees in a perfect circle. Police comfirm that for a human to do this they would need a fire truck with cherrypicker. If you don't believe don't want your skeptical opinions. I'm just warning you.

Ghost Hunter Wrote:
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> The Rake is closely associated with the slender
> man or skinny man or thin man stories that have
> been around for hundreds of years. The "Rake" is
> more of a modern spin on that. "Skinny Man" or
> "Slender Man" stories are generally associated
> near Richmond VA. I haven't heard of anything
> around here lately.

The Slender Man is an alleged paranormal figure purported to have been in existence for centuries, covering a large geographic area. Believers in the Slender Man tie his appearances in with many other legends around the world, including; Fear Dubh (or, The Dark Man) in Scotland, the Dutch Takkenmann (Branch Man), and the German legend of Der Großmann or Der Grosse Mann (the Tall Man).

One of the main issues facing Slender Man investigators in the fact that "his" appearance seems to be subjective, with reports varying largely from area to area. This is often put down to cultural bias, with the observer projecting his fears into the sighting and recollections being blurred. However, it is generally agreed that it's appearance is that of a pale, emaciated male figure, with an apparent height of between 7 and 9 feet tall. The figure is often described as wearing a black suit, although it seems to be a relatively recent addition to the mythology.

Appendages

One of the more unusual aspects of the Slender Man's appearance is the description of additional appendages or limbs in reported sightings. witnesses have described these as being "a snaky arm," to rope-like in appearance. These appendages are apparently only visible under certain conditions; and can be used for mobility as well as, perhaps, weapons.

The earliest argued reference to the legend is within the cave paintings found in the Serr da Capivara National Park in the Northeast of Brazil, which are believed to date from as far back as 9000 BC. These paintings show a strangely elongated character leading a child by the hand, but make no reference to the extra appendages.

Egyptian Hieroglyphs

The next known possible reference to the Slender Man comes from around 3100 BC in lower Egypt, with references to the "Thief of the Gods" or the "Thief of Kuk" becoming common place during the reign of Pharaoh Wazner. Hieroglyphic carvings representing the Thief were found in the pharaoh's tomb, who was rumored to have had some kind of encounter with the entity. The carvings resemble a strange figure with multiple upper limbs, one that has never been found in any other hieroglyph language.

German Woodcuts

Renowned German woodcutter Hans Freckenberg created at least two woodcuts featuring a character

he described as Der Ritter (The Knight) during the mid-sixteenth century that were discovered in Halstberg Castle in 1883. Whilst Freckenberg was well-known for his realistic depiction of human anatomy - something that was unusual among woodcuts of the time - these pictures featured a skeletal, multi-limbed character. Historians are unsure of the exact symbolic nature of the character, with some claiming that it is a personification of the religious wars that raged in Europe at the time, while others say it represents the mysterious plagues that have been believed to be the reason for the mysterious abandoning of the Hastlberg Castle and the nearby village in 1543.

However, many insist that Freckenberg was attempting to represent "Der Großmann" (the Tall Man). According to lgend, he was a fairy ho lived in the Black Forest. Bad children who crept into the woods at night would be relentlessly chased by Der Großmann, who wouldn't leave them be until he either caught them or they were forced to tell their parents of their wrongdoing. Even then, there is a chillding account from an old journal, dating from about 1702:

"My child, my Lars… he is gone. Taken, from his bed. The only thing that we found was a scrap of black clothing. It feels like cotton, but it is softer… thicker. Lars came into my bedroom ysterday, screaming at the top of his lungs that "The angel is outside!" I asked him what he was talking about, and he told me some nonsense fairy story about Der Großmann. He said he went into the groves by our village and found one of my cows dead, hanging from a tree. I thought nothing of it at first… but now, he is gone. We must find Lars, and my family must leave before we are killed. I am sorry, my son… I should have listened. May God forgive me."

++Romanian Mythology
There is also Romanian fairytale which tells the legend of the Tall Man, featuring this description which may have taken to refer to the Slender Man.

The tall man stoon in a clearing, dressed as a nobleman, all in black. Shadows lay over him, dark as a cloudy midnight. He had many arms, all long and boneless as snakes, all sharp as swords, and they writhed like worms on nails. He did not speak, but made his intentions know,

in the fairytale, the Tall Man causes a mother to kill her husband and child, before he slid from a fireplace and "clenched her in his burning embrace."
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The number of Slender Man sightings has increased dramatically during the Twentieth Century. This is generally attributed to increased media coverage and access to news reports from around the globe. However, allegedly intercepted messages from an unknown source posted on an internet forum have brought forward two further hypotheses:

TO; OPTIC NERVE HQ
FROM: FIELD AGENT *, N American branch
SUBJECT: RISING S MAN REPORTS
DATE: JUNE 16h 2009,
1234 hours Something Agent , from the Japanese field office, told me has been kicking my head for the past couple days. She said that maybe this thing isn't breeding… but these others are WAKING UP. That maybe these things have been hibernating for god knows how long and how they are up and feeding. It makes some kind of sense with the stories of this thing dating back to the Dark Ages of Europe and beyond that. That leaves the six million dollar question… If 's theory is true… how many of them are there?

Henderson Horse Farm Incident 1953

The Henderson Horse Farm, located outside Tryon in Polk County, NC, was situated on land owned by the Henderson family since the mid 1800s. By 1953, the farm was owned and run by Ted Wilcox Henderson (41 years old), Judi Henderson (wife, 36), and Tracy Henderson (daughter, 6). On the morning of June 15th, neighbors called local police complaining of hearing screams and the sounds of gun fire originating from the property.

Sherrif Clint Denterman and two deputies, Dan Parks and Chris Fine, arrived at the farm at 8:34 AM. They found that horses in the barn had been torn apart, "almost as if attacked by wild animals." Inside the main house, reports stated the presence of fresh blood throughout the living room, kitchen, and hallway.

Ted Wilcox Henderson was found in the bedroom, barricaded behind furniture. Next to him was the body of his wife, killed by a shotgun blast to the chest. Ted still had the weapon in his hands. Dan Parks was quoted as reporting:

"Ted had a freaked out, far off look in his eyes. He seemed to not realize that we were in the room. We asked what happened. Where was his daughter. But he didn't answer."

Ted was charged with the murder of his wife. However, due to his catatonic state, he was admitted to

Jenkins Mental Hospital in Sandy Plains, Polk County. Ted remained in a catatonic state for over three years. On the third anniversary of the murder, Dr Dauton on June 15th, 1956 refer to a "Skinny fella… suit… looking at me…" who had taken both Judi Henderson and her daughter Tracy. Ted claimed that Judi begged him to shoot her, and felt that he had "saved her" by doing so. However, after lamenting that he had been unable to stop the "skinny man" from absconding with his daughter, Ted commenced to "slam his face repeatedly" into the steel table at which he was seated, having to be restrained and sedated by hospital orderlies. Less than seven hours later, at approximately 3:00 am the 16th of July, Ted was found dead in his room after apparently escaping his restraints and chewing through his own wrist, severing the ulnar artery and bleeding to death. The body of Tracy Henderson was never found, however a photograph taken about a week before the Henderson Farm incident shows what appears to be a suited man standing in front of the stables, which some claim to be the Slender Man.

Stirling City Disappearances 1986 - 87

Stirling City, Butte County, CA has been an apparent hot spot for Slender Man activity during the mid

1980s. Following the 1986 Stirling City Library fire, a small number of photographs were recovered, including one that had been taken only a week earlier on June 1st, 1986. On this date 14 children disappeared, followed less than two weeks later by the disappearance of the photographer, Mary Thomas. Some theorists claim that the figure on the left in the photo is the Slender Man, although officials have stated that the apparent extra appendages on the character can be dismissed as film defects.

Five months later, the body of one of the children, four year old Joseph Pertman, was found in the Great Swamp Nature Preserve in Kingston Falls, NJ. Deputy Sherrif Jim Stolz told reporters from the Associated Press that the body was still in early stages of decay, indicating that he was alive for at least four months after his disappearance. It was also reported that the body was found in a state of "bizarre contortion," although the cause of death was never officially established.

On April 21st, 1987 the Stirling City Post ran a story regarding a rash of animal mutilations in Stirling City, that the Butte County Animal Control Department were attributing to coyotes. As man as nine dogs and cat had gone missing since January, and had been found in various states of decay. many of the pets had been disemboweled, or otherwise seriously mutilated. Animal Control Officer Joel Driscol was quoted as saying that the wounds were "unusually precise" and that it was "rare that a wild animal would leave so much of the carcass uneaten." Also quoted inn the story was a local man, David Elkins, who was the owner of the latest victim - a cat that had been disemboweled and mutilated.

On July 12th, 1987, police were called to the Elkins' residence in Stirling by David Elkins, who had reported that his eight-year-old daughter Katrina had gone missing. The only possible witness to the disappearance was Katrina's ten-year-old sister Alice, with whom she shared a bedroom. SCPD Sergeant William Hohne reported that the last time Alice saw her sister, she was outside the window "hugging the tall man." According to further statements by Alice, over the previous weeks a man had been coming to the girls' bedroom window at night, where he would tap on the glass, "make faces," and watch the girls. However, police investigators initially dismisses the account as a dream, as the bedroom window was on their house's second story with no support beneath it.

"[Alice] Elkins reported that, on the night of her sister's disappearance, they were again awakened by a tapping on the glass," Sergean Hohne explained, "she heard her sister get out of bed, and have a short conversation. When she didn't hear her sister get back in bed after several minutes, he go up and went to the window, where she saw her sister in the side yard, "hugging the tall man." According to the witness, the man looked at her, grinning, and indicated that she was to come down as well with a "snakey arm." it was at this point that Miss Elkins became extremely frightened, and returned to bed. The tapping continued for several more minutes before it finally ceased."

Alice Elkins' body was never found, and no charges were ever brought regarding the case.

Jasper, Alberta Disappearances 2009

On January 10th 2009, three skiers - Amanda Fischer, Douglas Bellanger, and Natasha Pierce - disappeared leaving their cabin in Mica Mountains Resort of Jasper, Alberta. A day earlier, another friend, Thomas Chambers, left the party to return to Calgary, apparently due to health concerns. He was questioned by RCMP following the disappearances and allegedly informed them that he had left due to recurring nightmares featuring a tall man in black peering into the cabin windows at night.

Investigators confirmed they had ruled Chambers out as a possible suspect, but considered him a key witness. A source within RCMP, who spoke on condition of anonymity, revealed to the Calgary Sun that officers had confiscated a digital camera and a camcorder at the time of the interview, which were never returned. RCMP were, however, unable to question Chambers further, as he vanished on January 21st. His home was found ransacked that morning, he was never found.

Royal Canadian Mounted Police and Park Officials commenced a month-long search, culminating in the discovery of Amanda Fischer's remains high in a tree, in a severely contorted condition. The bodies of Bellanger and Pierce have yet to be recovered.

Popular guro author Go Waita created almost 230 stories during his 40 year career, most of which featured his most renowned created, the Suited Demon; a tall, slim man in a dark suit who would kidnap, rape, and murder young girls in the woods. During an interview with Hiro Koga in the February 2009 issue Deadly Doom Delights magazine, Waita claimed that he did not create the Suited Demon, and that he was in fact a real creature that he had witnessed murder his seven year old sister as a child. Waita explained to the interviewer that the "real" Suited Demon was not interested in raping his victims, but his editors and publishers insisted on the graphic sex scenes being added.

Waita went on to say that "I tried to draw different things… normal pictures, portraits, even other types of stories… but it always comes comes up… for forty god damn years!" before becoming too agitated to continue and ending the interview. Hiro Koga stated in the printed article that he considered scrapping it completely before receiving a call from Waita insisting that he print the interview in full. Less than a week after publication, Waita burnt his studio to the ground, committing suicide in the process. Because of this, many understandably cast aspersion on the mental sate of Waita during the interview, and therefore dismissed his claims of the origins of the Suited Demon. Some theorists, however, are prepared to accept this as yet another case of a confirmed Slender Man sighting.

Possible Influences in Popular Culture

As well as the Suited Demon mentioned above, theorists postulate that a number of popular culture characters are based on the idea of the Slender man. In an interview with Wizard magazine, Dr Octopus creator Stan lee claimed that while looking for inspiration for a new Spider-Man villain, he remembered a story his Romanian-born mother Celia had told him about a man with "many boneless arms," and took that inspiration to create the distinctive tentacle harness used by Dr Octopus.

In the Phantasm movie series, the recurring character of the Tall Man shows an obvious physical resemblance to the move humanoid appearances of the Slender Man. Similarly, the character of the Reverend Henry Kane in Poltergeist II: The Other Side and Poltergeist III is also thought to be modeled on the Slender Man.

The television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer featured an episode in it's fourth series entitled Hush. In this episode, a series of creatures known as The Gentlemen steal the voices of the population of Sunnydale, rendering everyone in the town unable to speak. They then proceed to remove the hearts of their victims, who are unable to scream during the attack. Again, the appearance of the Gentlemen as emaciated, tall figures in dark suits seems to resemble reports of the Slender Man.
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96VXX Wrote:
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> Beware if you aren't aware of Slender Man please
> don't look into it. Your life could be in danger.
> Slender Man has been seen in Richmond recently. If
> you see him you may have less than a month to
> live. Slender Man's victims mysteriously disappear
> without a trace. The only evidence police ever
> find is various drawings depicting Slender Man.
> Police in Michigan found 30 Bodies torn limb from
> limb impaled atop 60 foot tall trees in a perfect
> circle. Police comfirm that for a human to do this
> they would need a fire truck with cherrypicker. If
> you don't believe don't want your skeptical
> opinions. I'm just warning you.

They say old slender escaped from the soc facility years ago, but dont let them lie to you kid. I saw him first hand ehen they thawed him out of that ice block the New World scientific crew pulled from the arctic circle. We assumed it was some ancestor to the homosapien, but when the ice started to drip we started to think things were very wrong.

Slenderman stood perfectly still and stares into my soul with his voids for eyes, piercing my soul as the ice melted away. We were all atruck by the odd shape of the body being uncovered before us. Flesh as black as night and as tough as steel. Its face a grotesque lack of features aside the holes for eyes and a large row of teeth. Its arms were long and thin, iys fingers pointed and sharp.

We all had a growing sense something was terribly wrong with what was before us. The team director carl suggested we put the creature into one of our industrial freezers, so tom the buildings janitor and myself went to get a palletjack to move the creature and its increasingly smaller block of ice.
On the way nack to storage is when we heard the screams. They echo through my dreams every night. Then visions of Jenny sliced in half and hung from the ceiling. Herman struggling to force his intestines back inside a large gash in his side, only for slenderman to come behind him and slice his throat.
Tom and i were affixed outaide looking in a small window. We can see carl in a corner, bleeding all over, his head smashed with brain matyer exposed. And he was motioning for is to help him, pleading with us to save him. Tom went to grab tje door handle, shouting that we had to help.
Im not ashamed to say i ran.

The last thing i saw was tom with fear and pain in his eyes, trying to escape that hell of a room.

hey yall. i live in the backwoods of centerville.THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL OUT THERE
. Last night i woke up to my dog barking (about 11:00). i went to let him in and it was really foggy out.i called my dog in. As i looked out in the distance i saw a faint figure tall and skinny in body form. i believe it was slender man. I went i shock. i looked all my doors and barricaded my self in my house. i was really paranoid and all the sudden i became very fatigue. I crashed on the floor. i woke up again at like 5 scared out of my mind. i coughed up blood. i woke up again at 12 pm i called in work sick. THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL noVA RESIDENTS. you dont wanna experience what i did. believe this or not. its just a warning

Hidden Pond Park Ghosts Wrote:
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> I sometimes house sit some houses that back up to
> that Park mentioned called hidden pond in
> Springfield VA.
> One night while relaxing with my girlfriend halley
> on the deck I could see moon's reflection on the
> pond at
> the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of
> Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the
> other side by
> the center! '' I look and we both see the figure
> of a glowing woman sort of floating along the
> shore line.
>
> She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our side
> she was just gliding along the ground. Halley
> screamed
> and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked up
> at us. I said to halley let's get out of here. We
> ran into
> the house and as we locked the back porch door we
> could see the ghost standing at the bakyard fence
> looking
> right at us. We ran out the front door I locked it
> and we got in my car and drove off. I am not going
> back
> to that house sit there again!!!

I like to search for wildflowers over at the park call hidden pond and one day as I was tip toeing gently amongst the trout lillies-I hear some giggling and turn around to see a little girl with dark hair in pig tails laughing at me. I said ''for shame child it isn't polite to laugh at people. '' she smiled and turned to walk away and vanished. I was distraught over this. No one ever told me the place was haunted. Sort of thrilling if you ask me.

So this happened when I was about 9 or 10- probably 9. This isn’t relevant, but I’m a girl. I thought nothing of it at the time, and only really realized the creepiness a year later.

For context: My neighborhood back then was pretty safe (it still is) and we had a security alarm, but only left it on at night. I had gotten home from school, and had spent an hour or so on the computer (so it was around 3 or 4 pm) and I was home alone (my dad was at work, my mom and brothers were grocery shopping.)

The desk that had the laptop was next to an archway which led to the dining room which had a wine rack (which my siblings and I never touched, fearing we’d somehow break the wine bottles) and a wardrobe/cabinet thing which had other alcohol in it (like vodka and sake) which my siblings and I also never touched since we thought alcohol was gross. The cabinet wardrobe thing was right next to the archway closest to the laptop.

So I was playing on the laptop and glance at the dining room, and notice the wardrobe cabinet door is wide open. I think nothing of it, until I glance at it again, look down and notice a pair of bare feet. The cabinet door closes and a woman is standing there, mid to late twenties, and I distinctly remember her looking pretty and she had red-ish hair. She notices me looking and smiles at me, and stops rummaging through the cabinet.

I had just gotten a puppy who was very fluffy and adorable- and social. When she stopped, I notice she’s holding my puppy, saying how cute he is and how she wishes she had a dog. I agree with her, and then I ask: “Are you one of my mom’s friends?” because sometimes they babysat my siblings and I.

She responds no, while cooing over my puppy. There’s a silence, and she puts him down and he wanders over to me and lays down. She walks away and I cautiously follow her, and notice at the steps of the door she was using to leave were several bottles of different alcoholic drinks. I thought that was weird, but since I rarely went into the cabinet, I didn’t recognize the bottles as ours.

I thought that was weird, and went back to playing on the computer. My mom and brothers come back, and my mom asks me how my day was and I tell her about the lady. My mom kind of freezes, trying not to freak out, I think. I didn’t tell her the lady took anything because I didn’t know that stuff was ours. She asks how she got in, and I tell my mom that I think she got in through our garage door because that’s how she left. I mention she had some alcohol bottles with her. My mom (which, to me at the time, was acting weird) tells me with a serious/freaked out look on her face to lock the garage door next time and don’t let strangers in, etc. (she knew I didn’t let the lady in, but I guess she was freaked out that someone was in her house with her kid)

Later, like a few days, my mom tells me who the lady was. Apparently our next door neighbors had a twenty something year old alcoholic daughter and she came to them asking for alcohol and money, and they said no, so she came into our house to get her fix.

A year or so later, when someone was asking me about my dog, I suddenly thought about that and got freaked out about how easily she could have taken him from me.

Tl;dr: Lady walks into my house while it’s unlocked and I’m home alone and 9 years old, takes some alcoholic drinks from the house, could have also taken my dog or other valuable stuff. Ask if she’s my mom’s friend, says no, takes the alcohol, leaves. Turns out she’s the neighbor’s alcoholic daughter.

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> Hidden Pond Park Ghosts Wrote:
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> -----
> > I sometimes house sit some houses that back up
> to
> > that Park mentioned called hidden pond in
> > Springfield VA.
> > One night while relaxing with my girlfriend
> halley
> > on the deck I could see moon's reflection on
> the
> > pond at
> > the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of
> > Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the
> > other side by
> > the center! '' I look and we both see the
> figure
> > of a glowing woman sort of floating along the
> > shore line.
> >
> > She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our
> side
> > she was just gliding along the ground. Halley
> > screamed
> > and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked
> up
> > at us. I said to halley let's get out of here.
> We
> > ran into
> > the house and as we locked the back porch door
> we
> > could see the ghost standing at the bakyard
> fence
> > looking
> > right at us. We ran out the front door I locked
> it
> > and we got in my car and drove off. I am not
> going
> > back
> > to that house sit there again!!!
>
> I like to search for wildflowers over at the park
> call hidden pond and one day as I was tip toeing
> gently amongst the trout lillies-I hear some
> giggling and turn around to see a little girl with
> dark hair in pig tails laughing at me. I said
> ''for shame child it isn't polite to laugh at
> people. '' she smiled and turned to walk away and
> vanished. I was distraught over this. No one ever
> told me the place was haunted. Sort of thrilling
> if you ask me.

It was this horrible creature, known by locals as Melinda Ardinger. Legend tells of how this she-beast ensnarls traffic and makes milk turn sour. She is said to bore people to death with her incessant whining.

Theoretically there is a grey area between residual and sentient energy. There is a haunting at the Presbyterian Church in Leesburg, Virginia that seems residual and yet the witnesses have very distinct variations to the story that give it a seemingly sentient twist. On November 9, 1802 the Presbytery Society bought at auction a one acre lot on Market Street for the price of $80 with the intent of establishing the first Presbyterian church of Leesburg "for the sole use and purpose of a burying ground and place of worship to be conducted agreeably to the manner prescribed by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church of these United States, forever" and it was arranged that a 40’ by 30’ brick house of worship would be built in the clearing. The current congregation continues to use the original brick structure and its original pews and boasts descendants of the first gathering in 1804. With a history this strong and intact, it is no surprise that the church has a haunting. But the Presbyterian Church haunting is not from its deep historic roots; it is actually that of the choir director from the early 1960s. At 5:15, as was her weekly Wednesday habit, Lilias Janney placed the dinner dishes in the sink, gathered her keys and sheet music, and was headed to the back door to attend choir practice when she suffered a massive heart attack. Death was immediate. Choir members gathered at the church and quickly knew something was amiss. The music stands and chairs were still stacked along the balcony wall and Miss Janney was nowhere to be found. When there was no response at Miss Janney’s house, choir members called her daughter who hurried to her mother’s house where she discovered her body on the kitchen floor. It was a sad day for the Leesburg Presbyterian Church community. A large crowd of church members and locals gathered to pay their respects as hymns floated down from the balcony sung by the choir that Miss Janney loved so much. A friend took over the responsibility of directing the choir and scheduled practices to resume the next Wednesday. As was Miss Janney’s habit, the friend arrived at the church early and went to the balcony to set up the chairs, stands, and sheet music. As soon as she reached the balcony, she heard the door at the back of the church swoosh open. She looked over the balcony rail to see who had also arrived early and saw the familiar figure of a woman rushing up the aisle. “Lillias, I’m up here,” she called out before recalling that her good friend Lillias Janney had died the week before. When the rest of the choir arrived, the visibly shaken director told them what she had seen. Since that time others have also witnessed Miss Janney rushing through the back entrance and hurrying up the aisle. With each telling, the story changes. Witnesses in the 60s saw Miss Janney rush through the door and then disappear halfway up the aisle. Later it is reported that Miss Janney rushes up the aisle and makes it to the bottom of the balcony staircase. More recently the ghost of Miss Janney is seen and heard rushing up the aisle and her heels can be heard coming up the balcony staircase but no one ever appears at the top of the stairs. A picture of Lillias Janney hangs in the hallway at the back entrance of the church to commemorate her dedication to the church and the choir. Members of the church embrace her everlasting spirit that still enters through their church doors. They believe that one day the spirit will climb to the top of the balcony stairs and the haunting of Miss Janney will cease for she has finally reached her destination – the choir practice that she didn’t make it to decades earlier. Leesburg Presbyterian Church http://www.lpcva.org/history.htm The Daily Gazette: The Sunday Gazette: Travel. April 30, 1995. “Virginia Town Proud of Tales of Supernatural” by Gail Shufelt. Schenectady, NY.
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We go up the Manassas Battlefield sometimes and sometimes we hear the sounds of cannons and muskets on the hills and trees. Some people tell us that all we're hearing are the sounds from 66, however I can tell the difference. Plus we live nearby (even closer to 66 and 29, and they aren't the same sounds).

Some years ago, my brother - who was a sheriff's deputy at the time, told us that he saw what looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over Rt. 29 very late at night (about 1am I think). Scary place to be!

Manassas Battlefield Ghosts Wrote:
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> We go up the Manassas Battlefield sometimes and
> sometimes we hear the sounds of cannons and
> muskets on the hills and trees. Some people tell
> us that all we're hearing are the sounds from 66,
> however I can tell the difference. Plus we live
> nearby (even closer to 66 and 29, and they aren't
> the same sounds).
>
> Some years ago, my brother - who was a sheriff's
> deputy at the time, told us that he saw what
> looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over Rt.
> 29 very late at night (about 1am I think). Scary
> place to be!

My family and I were on vacation in DC and we went to the Manassas battlefield. We video taped there, and later that day we were watching the tape and we noticed the woman dressed in white walking along the fenceline. There were no reenactments going on that day, and we didn't see her there. If you look to the left of the house, you will see a small black fence with a marker that encloses the graves of Mrs. Henry, her daughter, and her son. The ghost is walking away from the graves to just an open field. We are convinced that this was a paranormal experience.